Wounded Healers: Ministering Out of Your Own Scars

Someone sits across from you, falling apart in the very place you once fell apart: the same grief, the same betrayal or the same diagnosis. As you listen, you find you are not comforting them from a textbook. You know this road because you walked it yourself, limping, and came out on the other side still holding on to God.

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