We Heal Because He First Heals Us
Twenty years ago, when I was wild with wonder about the Lord’s purposes for my life, I sipped café mochas with my college classmates and contemplated the big deals of life: calling, purpose, pain. I asked how if our testimonies had been sullied—occupied with abuse and loss and depression, as mine was—how were we of any value to God’s people? I don’t remember the name of the young man sitting across from me, but I remember his strawberry blond hair. His eyebrows were thick and almost translucent; they lit up his face. He looked at me and deliberated aloud about the...
