by Barbara Hitching | Jun 22, 2022 | Emotional Wellness, Prayer, Spiritual growth |
Today, we are a people with deep father wounds. My paternal great-grandfather left Germany; the only job in Kentucky he could find was in a coal mine. Grandfather was born in America; sadly, he was sent into the mine when he was 8 years old. In those days, there were...
by Barbara Hitching | Jun 16, 2022 | Emotional Wellness, Healing, Prayer, Spiritual growth |
A great King ruled over a mighty kingdom. He was kind but did not like when people barged into the throne room. Especially when he was busy! The King employed a new guard and gave him strict instructions. “When I am working, I do not want to be interrupted. Is that...
by Barbara Hitching | Apr 21, 2022 | Abuse, Brain health, Emotional Wellness, Trauma |
This morning, a beautiful rust-colored bird got into my screened porch. Greatly distressed, he flew against the screen, first on one side, then another. Seeing me, he grew more frightened; not thinking clearly, he repeatedly flew into the screen, attempting to escape....
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 9, 2022 | Brain health, Christian living, Emotional Wellness |
Let Go of the Fear of Failure Let go of what you can’t do, of what people might think, and step out of the boat. Try! It’s okay not to be perfect. 4 Minute Read Fear of Failure Have you ever avoided trying something new because you were afraid of failing? It is...
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...