by Barbara Hitching | Nov 30, 2022 | Bible Study, Mental Health, Trauma |
Did you know color is a central characteristic of the Lord Jesus? Let me explain. Ezekiel tells us of his vision. “And I saw as the colour of amber, as the appearance of fire round about within it, from the appearance of his loins even upward, and from...
by Barbara Hitching | Oct 26, 2022 | Mental Health, Spiritual growth, Trauma |
Just a Small Pain? Mom was preparing me for bed when a knock came at the door. She put me on a chair, handed me my bottle, and went to answer the door. Curious, like most toddlers, I tried to peak around the corner. The chair overbalanced and I tumbled headfirst to...
by Barbara Hitching | Oct 21, 2022 | Brain health, Emotional Wellness, Healing, Mental Health, Trauma |
Trauma Impacts Your Body Today, I’m going to talk about trauma’s impact on our body and share a story of a whale enmeshed in a traumatic situation that silenced her joy and left her helpless. As a child, I learned silence is golden. “Children are to be seen and not...
by Barbara Hitching | Oct 13, 2022 | Bible Study, Brain health, Emotional Wellness, Mental Health |
Put on the Armor? Our church in Nebraska urged, “Daily put on the whole armor of God.” “For we do not wrestle against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this age, against spiritual...
by Barbara Hitching | Mar 23, 2022 | Christian living, Emotional Wellness, Healing, Mental Health |
How Can I Feel Safe? We know in our heads that Jesus is stronger than whatever confronts us. But we need more in the face of terrible fears. Last night, relaxing in safety, a huge noise came at us. For a moment, it felt like an invasion as our home shook and noise...
by Barbara Hitching | Mar 2, 2022 | Bible Study, Christian living, Emotional Wellness, Mental Health |
Do you feel like you are hanging on by a thread? A few months ago, during my morning walk, I noticed a pine cone caught in Spanish moss, gently swinging in the breeze. After a few days, the moss shifted and the cone hung by a strand. Marveling each time I passed under...