“You are just like my mother.”
Those words, spoken in anger by my father, echoed through my soul for decades—until the Father’s voice broke through with healing. In this raw reflection, I share how generational pain, rejection, and shame led me on a desperate search for love… and how the ancient words of the Aaronic Blessing finally brought me home.

A new moon A new month A new season A new perspective To see, to hear, to walk The Ancient Path No, not new, but old, ancient, a lost way

In life—as on the road—hazardous conditions can leave us spinning, lost, and desperate for direction. In this powerful reflection, I share how stormy roads, near-accidents, and long night shifts mirrored the chaos of my addiction and trauma… and how Yeshua became the beacon of light that led me safely home.

Welcome to this space, a sanctuary for exploring hidden emotions and memories. Here, we unearth the rubble buried under the debris of denial and neglect stemming from mountains of pain,

Witnessing lives being restored through the love and care of a safe, supportive community is truly one of the most beautiful aspects of the journey to recovery. A Lame Man