Family estrangement is becoming increasingly common, but is something deeper happening? From the misuse of psychological labels to the growing acceptance of cutting people off, I examine how division destroys families and why biblical truth, repentance, and reconciliation matter more than ever.
Closure doesn’t always come with answers, apologies, or reconciliation. Sometimes it means owning our mistakes, grieving what was lost, forgiving what we cannot change, and trusting God enough to move forward.
Bitterness rarely begins as bitterness. It starts with hurt, anger, betrayal or injustice and slowly tightens its grip. Using Scripture and the imagery of Tourniquet’s “Enveloped in Python,” this article explores the danger of allowing bitterness to take root, and why we must refuse to let it control us.
How long must I be punished? After more than a year separated from my children, stalled reconciliation, and consequences that stretch years into the future, I’m wrestling with injustice, forgiveness, fatherhood, and what it means to trust God while I wait.
Bitterness rarely stays hidden. It grows into resentment, manipulation, gossip, and broken relationships. Discover what the Bible says about the condition of the heart and how Christ offers true freedom through forgiveness and transformation.
What does the Bible mean when it says love keeps no record of wrongs? Learn how forgiveness frees us from bitterness, heals wounded hearts, and deepens our walk with Christ, even in seasons of profound loss.
Have you ever felt broken beyond repair? This is a raw, honest testimony about losing a father at 12, surviving a widow maker heart attack, and how God kept putting me back together every time I fell apart. Turning 55 and still standing — not because of luck, but because of grace.
Forgiveness does not care what gender you are. This post reflects on pride, pain, bitterness, healing, and learning to release old wounds through the grace and blood of Christ.
I’ve been in love three times in my life: once in high school, once in college, and later with my wife. Today I want to revisit that first love, the one that shattered me in high school.
You forgave them. At least you thought you did. But some wounds don’t stay buried quietly, and forgiveness is rarely as simple as people make it sound.