🌧 The Wounded Helper
The hall was quiet. At the back of the church sat a young woman named Amaka, staring at the floor. She wasn’t crying—not anymore. Her tears had run dry long ago. For years, Amaka had been the one everyone ran…
Raymond Pender
Trauma Binds… But Healing Can Set Free
There are hearts walking among us,carrying storms behind their smiles. Souls wrapped in silence,breathing through bruised memories,hoping someone—anyone—will understandthe language of their hidden pain. There are tears that never fall.Stories that never find a voice.Wounds that never meet a healer—until…
