Dear Dr B,
I’m struggling with my calling. I just don’t feel good at anything. When I look around it seems like all my friends and coworkers know what God has called them to do and they are walking confidently in that calling. I just want God to show me if I have any gifts or talents He can use. How do I know what my calling is? [more]
The woman at the well…I’ve always been drawn to her. Her pain. Her need. How Jesus saw her real need—her need for Him. The need she tried to fill in with others but that could only be satisfied by Him.
I think there’s a bit of her in me. Maybe there is in you too. My prayers began the journey to that very revelation, a similar well-type encounter. “God, I long to be closer to you. For you to be pleased. What am I doing wrong? Show me. Tell me.” [more]
The early morning temperatures were frigid, enough to make me want to stay in bed. Yet I knew if there was anywhere I might sense His presence, where He might see me, it would be in His house.
I half-wondered if the tears would freeze on my cheeks as I drove the deserted roads alone that morning. Pulling my cape around my head and neck to block the wind, I hoped it might shield any onlookers from noticing my blotchy eyes and puffy cheeks as I skirted from the parking lot into the building.
I spotted her as I entered the sanctuary, but diverted my gaze. [more]
A reader on today’s Ask Dr. B fears that a school evaluation of her child will lead to a diagnosis that will label her child.
I see patients every day who struggle to love themselves or others. It is only when we receive the Father’s love that we can love ourselves.