Because all of us are wounded. You. Me. The lady at the checkout. The stranger at the bus stop. The person who just served you at the coffee shop. We all gather wounds along life’s way. And our remarkable brains and bodies retain the memories of all we have experienced. Everything. Both joyous and painful.
None of us have had a perfect past (whatever we think that might look like). We cannot photoshop out the experiences that have wounded us, or the behaviours we wish we had never adopted. And our wounds have a disarming habit of impacting us long after we gathered them. But that doesn’t mean that our wounds have to define us.
And that’s the heart and soul of my
new forthcoming book,
Healing Life’s Wounds: Beyond Feeling Broken.
It’s possible to heal, move on and
live into fullness of life. Resurrection
is not just for Easter; it’s for today, now, whoever you are and whatever cross
you are privately carrying.
The book’s out on June 14th.
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