God’s Heart in Your Storm

God’s Heart in Your Storm

God's Heart in Your Storm I confess. I’m consumed with my beloved North Carolina mountains and the heartache of its people. Pain and shock. Lives changed forever. Death. Landscape destroyed. All things familiar swept away or damaged. Infrastructure gone. It’s trauma,...
Second-hand Trauma Aint Fun Either – Part II

Second-hand Trauma Aint Fun Either – Part II

Part II of a deleted scene from "Heartache of Promise." JoAnne lay on her bed. Her arms held her legs, doubled up, close to her body. Her matted hair lay strung across the pillow like seaweed washed onto sand. Except for her heaving chest, she didn’t move. Rose-Marie...
Second-hand Trauma Aint Fun Either – Part I

Second-hand Trauma Aint Fun Either – Part I

Second-hand Trauma... You may NOT have received horrible abuse (thank God if that’s true), but if you were close to it like I was, its effects run deep. I can assure you, second-hand trauma ain’t fun either. However, trauma is trauma, and it’s not a competitive sport,...
Choose Your Fear

Choose Your Fear

Choose Your Fear - Guest Blog by JeriAnne Berry The world today is a fearful place. Our amygdala is in overdrive. It clangs a warning. On the news, we see destruction. Our own problems and traumas increase our fear. We hear the alarm. Do we take flight or stay and...
Stolen Identity

Stolen Identity

Are You Controlled? “No one controls me,” you say. Are you sure? Step back and take a hard look. What movies are available? What songs? What toys for your children or you when you were a child? What is repeated and emphasized in the “news?” The tragedies that are...
Of Time and Tulips

Of Time and Tulips

I was in my mid-twenties—a mom of two small girls and wife to a skilled but struggling contractor who built custom homes. We lived on a virtual shoestring. Nonetheless, my life stretched ahead in an optimistic array of expectations, hopes, dreams, reality, and a...
Hope

Hope

Rose-Marie knew love existed—true, romantic only-come-once kind of love. That sense of belonging. That perfect fit she had felt way back when. Even though it had never been defined from the long-ago past, the seed lay silent and still in her heart. Maybe it would...