Tag: healing

What Is Love?

A simple question that carries a lifetime of answers


Notes from Alex

I’m sitting here today, just letting my thoughts wander, and one question keeps circling back around in my mind: What is love?

It’s a question people have been asking for centuries. Songs try to explain it. Poets write about it. Movies chase it. Books fill entire shelves trying to define it. And after all this time, we’re still sitting here asking the same thing: What is love, really?

We all know it’s more than empathy. It’s more than just a feeling that shows up one day and disappears the next. It’s bigger than a song, deeper than a movie plot, and stronger than words on a page. Love feels like a kind of power — something every one of us is searching for in one way or another. And if we’re honest, sometimes when we actually come face to face with real love, it scares us a little. True love asks us to be open. To be vulnerable. To give parts of ourselves without knowing what we’ll get back.

The writer of Corinthians tried to describe love long ago. Scripture says love is patient and kind. It doesn’t envy or boast. It isn’t proud. It keeps no record of wrongs. It protects, trusts, hopes, and perseveres. Those words have been around for generations, yet here we are, still trying to live them out and still trying to understand how something so clearly written can feel so hard to practice.

Maybe that’s because love isn’t something we solve once and move on from. Maybe love is something we learn over and over again. It shows up in quiet moments — in forgiveness when it would be easier to stay mad, in staying when walking away would hurt less, in choosing compassion when frustration feels justified. It’s not always loud or dramatic. Most of the time, it’s found in the small, everyday decisions we make.

So what is love?

Maybe it’s the choice to care when caring feels risky. The courage to open your heart again after it’s been bruised. The willingness to see people for who they are and still meet them with grace. Love isn’t just something we feel — it’s something we practice daily.

And maybe the reason we keep searching for the definition is because the search itself keeps us grounded. It reminds us what matters most: connection, kindness, forgiveness, and hope. It reminds us we were built for something deeper than just getting by.

The question may never have a simple answer. But maybe that’s okay.

Because every time we ask what is love?, we get another chance to live a little closer to it.

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A Season That Felt Heavy

A freewrite on heaviness, holidays, and the quiet search for light

There are some days when I just don’t feel inspired to write.
Or create.
Or even slow my thoughts down enough to make sense of them.

Some days, my mind feels like it’s moving in five directions at once, and trying to gather those thoughts into something meaningful feels almost impossible. Today is one of those days. So this is a freewrite—just me jotting down what comes to mind, unfiltered and honest.

This past Christmas, I noticed something that sat heavy with me. Here in the little town of Metlakatla, Alaska, there was a feeling in the air that I couldn’t quite shake. A heaviness. Almost like a dark shadow lingering just beneath the surface. At first, I wondered if it was just me—my own weariness, my own perspective. But after talking with several people, they confirmed what I was seeing and feeling.

The heaviness was real.

Holiday seasons can be strange that way. Some years, they come easily—filled with laughter, warmth, and joy. Other years, they press in hard, stirring up grief, loneliness, and old wounds. This last one was oddly tough. Harder than expected. And it saddened my heart to see that weight reflected in the eyes of my family, my friends, and my people.

I wish there were an easy way to bring back the joy of the holiday spirit once again. To remind one another that light still exists, even when it feels dim. That hope is not gone, even when it feels distant.

Maybe part of the answer is simply noticing. Acknowledging the heaviness instead of pretending it isn’t there. Sitting with one another. Listening. Praying. Holding space. And choosing—again and again—to believe that darkness does not get the final word.

Scripture reminds us of this truth:

“The people walking in darkness have seen a great light;
on those living in the land of deep darkness a light has dawned.”
— Isaiah 9:2

Light still dawns. Even here. Even now.
And I’m holding on to that hope.

— Alex

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Homecoming Freewrite — Notes from Alex

Noticing the shadows — a year home in Metlakatla.

I’ve been home in Metlakatla for just over a year now, and the place I thought I knew is showing me new faces. There’s a kind of quiet I remember from growing up here, but underneath it I’m seeing something else — a current of worry and a tangle of things I didn’t expect: prescription pills trading hands like gum, illegal substances moving through corners of town, people who used to be on opposite sides now strangely close. It’s confusing. It’s sad. It’s real.

What puzzles me most is the connections. Folks I remember as neighbors or coworkers now move in ways that suggest there’s a map of relationships I don’t have. Enemies become pals, dealers and users exist beside pastors and parents, and the lines between “that kind of person” and “someone from church” blur. Maybe that’s how communities survive — we adapt, we hide our shame, we make peace with what we can’t face. Or maybe it’s how a problem grows: out of silence and the things done in the shadows.

I’ve been praying about it. Not the quick, “fix-this” kind of prayer, but the heavy, persistent kind that asks for truth and healing. I believe shadows don’t have the last word — light does. If there are people bringing drugs into our streets and wrecking lives, this shouldn’t be something we normalize or tuck away like a family secret. We owe each other honesty, care, and accountability. We owe our kids a town that doesn’t make brokenness into a quiet economy.

That doesn’t mean I want to point fingers from a place of judgment. I want to see people helped, not shamed. I want the folks stuck in cycles of addiction to find paths out, and for the people enabling the flow — whether knowingly or not — to be confronted with help and consequences. And yes, I want the hidden things brought to light, because only in the light can healing begin.

It’s a strange mix: pride in this place that raised me, and grief for the things that are wrong. It’s also a call — to pay attention, to speak up when I can, to pray louder when I can’t. Maybe the first step is simply noticing, and then doing the next small thing: check on a neighbor, show up to a local meeting, call someone who can help. Small lights can join to make a blaze.

“For there is nothing hidden that will not become evident, nor anything secret that will not be known and come to light.” — Luke 8:17

A short prayer: Lord, bring what is hidden into the light. Bring healing where there is harm. Give us courage to act and wisdom to love well. Amen.

“If we want a healthier community tomorrow, it begins with the choices we make inside our own homes today — for our kids, for our families, for the ones watching us most closely.”

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The Miracle of Healing

“The Night I Experienced God’s Promise of Healing”

There are moments on this faith journey where words seem too small, too simple, to capture what really happened. Healing is one of those moments.

When I think about healing, I don’t just think of it as something I’ve read about in the Bible, or something that happened long ago. I think of it as something I’ve lived, something I’ve seen with my own eyes, and something I’ve felt in my own body. Yes, I have experienced physical healings—real, unexplainable, miraculous healings.

One of the first times this happened was at the very beginning of my journey. There was a two-week seminar at William Duncan Memorial Church. Every night, people gathered for worship, teaching, and prayer. That week’s focus was healing.

At the time, I was so sick—a nasty chest cold, fever, sore throat, stuffed nose, the works. I could barely breathe and I honestly thought, I shouldn’t go. I’ll just stay home and rest. But something tugged at me. Maybe it was curiosity, maybe faith starting to take root, maybe just desperation. Whatever it was, I went.

I sat alone on purpose, not wanting to spread my sickness to anyone else. As the service went on, there came a time of prayer. Something in me rose up and thought, I want prayer. Maybe, just maybe, I can be healed.

And that’s when it happened.

An elder behind me began to pray. As she prayed, I suddenly felt heat flow through my chest—so real and so powerful I can still remember it vividly today. In an instant, my lungs cleared. My nose opened. My ears popped. My throat stopped hurting. The fever broke. Just like that—bam—I was healed!

I can’t explain it by science or logic. All I know is I walked into that church sick, and I walked out completely well.

Since then, I’ve experienced other healings in my own life and have witnessed others being touched in the same miraculous way. Each time, I’m reminded of what Scripture promises—that healing is not just a story from the past, but a reality that can still happen today.

Do I fully understand it? No. But I believe it. I’ve lived it. Healing is real, and it’s a gift that points us back to the One who still works miracles.

That night of healing marked a turning point for me. It wasn’t just about being physically well again—it was about learning firsthand that God is faithful to His promises. Ever since then, I’ve carried that memory with me, especially when I face struggles or pray for others. It strengthened my trust that God really does hear us, and that He still moves in ways we can’t explain. Today, when I pray for people who are sick or hurting, I do it with a quiet confidence, remembering what He did for me. That moment taught me that healing is more than just a miracle—it’s a reminder of His love, His presence, and His power at work in our everyday lives.

Scripture says, “And the prayer of faith shall save the sick, and the Lord shall raise him up” (James 5:15). I’ve seen that truth alive in my own life. Today, when I pray for people who are sick or hurting, I do it with a quiet confidence, remembering what He did for me. That moment taught me that healing is more than just a miracle—it’s a reminder of His love, His presence, and His power at work in our everyday lives.

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“Finding Light in the Dark Night”

Notes by Alex – By Alexander Atkinson

Through the Dark Night of the Soul

Today, I found myself slowing down—taking a real, honest look inward. It’s been a season of self-evaluation, reflection, and growth. But let me tell you, growth isn’t always beautiful. Sometimes, it feels like a storm, like wandering through a tunnel with no light in sight. I’ve come to call that time in my life “the dark night of the soul.”

It was rough—probably one of the hardest things I’ve walked through. But the biggest takeaway I have from it is this: YOU CAN GET THROUGH IT.

When you’re in the thick of mental and emotional struggle, it’s easy to believe it will last forever. But growth often begins in the moments when we choose to take one small step forward, even when it’s hard. For me, that has meant actively working on my mental well-being, choosing not to sit in the darkness but to walk toward the light.

Growing through mental health isn’t just about surviving—it’s about actively nurturing ourselves, seeking connection, and using the resources available to us. Here’s what I’ve been learning:

1. Self-Care and Well-being

  • Mindfulness and Meditation:
    Even a few minutes a day of slowing down and just being present can make a difference. Mindfulness has helped me quiet the chaos inside and tune in to what’s real and true.
  • Physical Activity:
    A simple walk, moving my body, getting outside—it’s surprising how much it shifts my perspective and mood.
  • Sleep Hygiene:
    I’ve learned to value rest. Without it, the mind struggles to heal and reset.
  • Healthy Diet:
    Eating well isn’t just for the body—it impacts the mind. Balanced meals, less processed junk, and being intentional with what I put into my body have helped me feel more stable and energized.
  • Limit Substance Use:
    Letting go of things that numb me has allowed me to feel again—and feeling, though hard at times, is part of true healing.
  • Practice Gratitude:
    Gratitude has been my anchor. Some days it’s as simple as saying, “I’m thankful I woke up today,” and other days it’s a long list of blessings.

2. Building Connections and Support

  • Social Connections:
    We are not meant to walk this life alone. Spending time with friends, family, or just being around people who bring light helps chip away at the loneliness.
  • Support Groups:
    Finding people who understand—who get the struggle—has been powerful. There’s strength in knowing you’re not the only one fighting this battle.
  • Volunteering:
    Helping others, even in small ways, shifts my focus outward. It gives me purpose, and purpose is a powerful antidote to darkness.

The truth is, mental health isn’t just something we “fix” once. It’s something we cultivate—through small, daily practices, through seeking help when we need it, and through being gentle with ourselves in the process.

If you’re in that dark night of the soul, I want you to know that you are not alone. The road through it may not be easy, but there is a way through. And on the other side? Growth, resilience, and a deeper understanding of who you are.

“Even the darkest night will end, and the sun will rise. Healing begins the moment you believe you are worth the light.”

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Healing the Wounds of Prejudice: A Journey Towards Forgiveness

Can We Forgive? A Journey of Healing and Understanding

In the heart of a First Nations community, the legacy of prejudice and discrimination has left deep scars. The suffering created by these injustices is difficult to quantify, but it permeates every aspect of life. From the historical traumas of the Trail of Tears to contemporary issues like employment discrimination and racial violence, the impact is profound and enduring.

One story that echoes through the ages is that of a young woman named Aiyana. Growing up, Aiyana witnessed the pain and struggles of her people. She saw how prejudice and discrimination affected their ability to lead healthy lives, undermining their physical and mental health, and making them vulnerable to various forms of abuse and inequality.

Aiyana herself faced prejudice in many forms. She encountered racism that made her feel invisible and less valued. She experienced the emotional violence of being judged and dismissed based on stereotypes. These experiences left her feeling isolated and hurt, struggling to find her place in a world that seemed hostile to her very existence.

However, Aiyana’s journey was not just one of suffering; it was also one of profound healing and transformation. Inspired by the strength and resilience of her ancestors, she embarked on a path to reclaim her heritage and find peace within herself. She understood that to heal, she had to confront the prejudice she faced head-on, and also address any prejudices she might unknowingly harbor.

Aiyana sought the guidance of a culturally competent therapist, someone who understood the unique challenges faced by First Nations peoples. Through therapy, she learned to articulate her pain and process the traumas she had endured. She developed coping skills that allowed her to navigate a world still rife with prejudice, and most importantly, she discovered the power of forgiveness.

Forgiveness, Aiyana learned, was not about condoning the injustices inflicted upon her and her people. It was about freeing herself from the heavy burden of anger and resentment that weighed her down. By forgiving, she could reclaim her power and begin to heal. This journey of forgiveness was deeply intertwined with her cultural practices and the teachings of her ancestors.

As she embraced forgiveness, Aiyana also found a new sense of purpose. She became an advocate for greater understanding and meaningful relationships between diverse communities. She educated others about the intersecting oppressions that many face, showing how sexism, racism, and other forms of discrimination are interconnected. Through her efforts, she inspired others to recognize their own prejudices and work towards change.

Aiyana’s story is a testament to the resilience of the human spirit and the power of healing through forgiveness. It reminds us that while prejudice can cause deep wounds, it is possible to overcome the hurt and pain it brings. By confronting prejudice with courage and compassion, we can pave the way for a more just and inclusive world.

Her journey serves as a beacon of hope, encouraging us to look within ourselves and our communities to find the strength to heal. Through greater understanding and empathy, we can honor the legacy of those who suffered before us and create a future where all people are valued and respected.

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A Warrior’s Journey: Forgiveness and Healing

The Path to Healing: A Native American Soldier’s Story of Forgiveness

In a small, resilient community, there lived a Native American soldier named Ahanu, whose name means “He Laughs.” Despite the challenges he had faced, Ahanu carried himself with a light-hearted spirit and an unwavering commitment to his people. He had witnessed and experienced the profound harms inflicted upon First Nations People—attitudes of superiority, emotional and spiritual violence, and the destructive forces of racism and discrimination.

Ahanu’s journey was marked by these struggles, yet his path was also a testament to the strength and resilience of his heritage. Growing up, he heard countless stories from his elders about the ways of their ancestors, who lived in harmony with the land and each other before the settlers arrived. These stories were a source of pride and a reminder of the community’s enduring spirit.

As a soldier, Ahanu served his country with honor, but the battlefield was not only external. He grappled with the internal battles of anger, pain, and the desire for retribution. The weight of historical injustices and personal wounds threatened to consume him, making it difficult to find peace.

During a particularly challenging time in his service, Ahanu found himself in a remote location, far from the comforts of home and family. It was there, in the solitude of the wilderness, that he began to reflect deeply on his journey. The silence of the natural world provided a stark contrast to the turmoil within his soul.

One evening, as Ahanu sat by a small fire, he remembered the teachings of his ancestors. He recalled the wisdom of his elders, who spoke of the Creator’s will for their lives—one that did not align with the violence and hatred they had endured. The elders spoke of the importance of returning to their roots, of healing through forgiveness and reconnecting with their true selves.

In that moment, Ahanu made a decision. He chose to embark on a path of forgiveness, not as a means of forgetting the past but as a way to heal and move forward. He understood that forgiveness was not an act of weakness but a powerful declaration of strength and resilience.

Ahanu began to practice forgiveness in his daily life, starting with himself. He forgave himself for the anger and bitterness he had harbored. He then extended this forgiveness to those who had wronged him, both directly and indirectly. It was a difficult process, but with each step, he felt a weight lifting from his shoulders.

Upon returning to his community, Ahanu shared his journey with others. He spoke of the healing power of forgiveness, of reclaiming their heritage and returning to the ways of their ancestors. He emphasized the importance of living in accordance with the Creator’s will, promoting peace and understanding instead of perpetuating cycles of harm.

Ahanu’s message resonated deeply within the community. Inspired by his example, many began their own journeys of forgiveness and healing. The collective pain of the past was acknowledged, but it no longer defined their present or future. Instead, they chose to honor their ancestors by fostering an environment of compassion, respect, and unity.

Through Ahanu’s journey, the community rediscovered the profound truth that healing comes from within. By embracing forgiveness and reconnecting with their roots, they found a renewed sense of purpose and peace. Ahanu’s legacy was one of hope and resilience, a testament to the power of forgiveness and the enduring strength of the First Nations People.

I hope this story captures the essence of forgiveness and healing from an Indigenous perspective, highlighting the journey of a Native American soldier.

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Rising Above: A Journey of Hope and Restoration

Embracing Hope: A Journey from Turmoil to Triumph

In the heart of a world clouded by confusion and turmoil, there exists a sojourner on a profound journey of discovery. This journey is not merely about navigating the winding paths of life, but about understanding the Creator’s purpose and presence within it. As the sojourner moves through the chaos, they come to realize that hope is an eternal companion, whispering softly amid the noise.

The sojourner, like many, has felt the weight of confusion and the absence of peace. It is easy to be swept away by the storms of life, to be drawn into a state of unrest. Yet, it is within these very moments of disorder that the seeds of hope are sown. These seeds, though small, have the power to grow into a season of restoration, where lost things can be reclaimed, including financial stability, relationships, and inner peace.

As the sojourner navigates this journey, they begin to see the promise of a new season—a season of relaunching. This is not just a fresh start, but a powerful leap forward from pain into peace, from turmoil into triumph. It is a transition marked by a newfound strength and a fervent sense of purpose.

The sojourner embraces this season of transformation with open arms, recognizing that it is a time of healing. Physical ailments begin to mend, relationships fractured by misunderstanding and distance start to heal, and a sense of freedom and excitement infuses every step forward. It is a time to celebrate the victories, no matter how small, and to recognize the power of praise.

This journey, from confusion to clarity, from unrest to peace, from loss to restoration, is a testament to the resilient spirit of the sojourner. It is a reminder that even in the darkest times, there is always hope. The Creator, ever-present and guiding, provides the strength needed to rise above the chaos and move into a season of joy and fulfillment.

For the sojourner, this journey is not just a path to recovery but a celebration of life’s potential. It is about embracing the hope that shines through every challenge and realizing that we are never truly alone. Each step taken is a step closer to understanding the Creator’s love and purpose, and a step toward a brighter, more hopeful future.

Together, as a community, we can rise above the challenges we face. We can support one another, heal from our wounds, and move forward with confidence. This season is one of renewal, a time to rediscover our strength and to celebrate the beauty of life. Let us embrace this journey with hearts full of hope and spirits ready to soar.

I hope this story brings the message of hope and restoration you’re looking to share. It’s a reminder that even in the midst of confusion and turmoil, we can find peace, power, and praise, moving into a season of healing and freedom.

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HOPE in the Heart of Metlakatla

From Isolation to Unity: A Community’s Journey of Hope

The small yet resilient community of Metlakatla, Alaska, has faced its share of challenges, but nothing quite like the isolation brought on by the lockdowns of 2020. The global pandemic forced people into their homes, away from the warmth of family gatherings, the joy of community events, and the support of close-knit tribes. In a place where social bonds are as vital as the air we breathe, the sudden separation created a void, a sense of hopelessness that permeated the hearts of many.

For the people of Metlakatla, the lockdowns were more than just a physical barrier—they were an emotional and spiritual battle. The enemy of our souls, loneliness, found fertile ground in the isolation, planting seeds of doubt and despair. As the days turned into weeks and months, it became evident that humans are inherently social beings, created to thrive in the presence of others.

The lockdowns hurt our people deeply. Families felt the sting of separation, and the tribes saw the fraying of the communal fabric that had held them together for generations. The effects lingered long after restrictions were lifted, leaving many to struggle in the darkness of their own minds, searching for a way back to the light.

But even in the darkest of times, there is always a glimmer of hope. In Metlakatla, that hope is rekindling, one act of kindness and one gesture of unity at a time. It starts with acknowledging the pain, recognizing the toll that isolation has taken, and understanding that it’s okay to feel lost. From there, we can begin to heal.

The message is clear: We need each other. It’s time to come together once again, to stand united as a community, a family, and a tribe. Hope is not lost—it is merely waiting to be reignited. We can draw strength from our shared experiences, finding solace in the fact that we are not alone.

Healing begins with small steps. Reaching out to a neighbor, checking in on a friend, gathering safely in ways that bring joy and comfort. It’s about rebuilding the connections that were strained and finding new ways to support one another. Together, we can restore what was broken, bridging the gaps created by confusion and division.

There is hope today. It’s in the laughter of children playing, the smiles shared at the local market, and the stories told around the dinner table. It’s in the determination of our youth, striving to overcome the darkness and carve out a brighter future. It’s in the hearts of our elders, who carry the wisdom of resilience and the spirit of community.

To the people of Metlakatla, know that you are not alone. We stand together, hand in hand, heart to heart, facing whatever challenges come our way. We are stronger together, and by uniting, we can create a future filled with hope, healing, and restoration. Let us move forward, with courage and faith, knowing that as a community, we will rise above the darkness and shine brightly once more.

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Rising from the Shadows: The People of Metlakatla, Alaska

From Pain to Promise: The Journey of Healing in Metlakatla

In the tranquil yet resilient community of Metlakatla, Alaska, the First Nations People have woven their lives into the fabric of the land, waters, and skies for generations. The deep-rooted traditions and culture of the Tsimshian people stand as a testament to their enduring spirit, despite the shadows cast by the atrocities inflicted upon them in the past.

The journey toward healing began with the recognition and acknowledgment of their painful history. It was through stories shared by elders, the keepers of wisdom, that the community found strength in remembering their ancestors and honoring their legacies. The pain was profound, and it often felt like a wound that would never fully heal. Yet, in their shared sorrow, there was also a shared resilience.

Healing circles became a sanctuary where voices once silenced could now be heard. These gatherings allowed the people of Metlakatla to express their grief, anger, and confusion. It was within these circles that they began to understand the power of collective healing. Forgiveness was not immediate, nor was it easy. It was a process that required time, empathy, and an unwavering commitment to rebuilding their identity.

Art played a pivotal role in the community’s path to recovery. Traditional dance, song, and carving became powerful tools for expressing the inexpressible. Each piece of art was a bridge between the past and the future, a way to preserve their heritage while also forging a new path forward. The youth were especially encouraged to participate, learning from the elders and infusing the traditions with their own creativity and hope.

Education was another cornerstone of healing. By reclaiming their history and ensuring it was taught in schools, the people of Metlakatla empowered the next generation with knowledge and pride in their heritage. They learned not only about the hardships faced by their ancestors but also about the remarkable resilience and strength that defined their people.

Through these efforts, forgiveness began to take root. It was not about forgetting the past, but about finding a way to move beyond it. The community embraced the philosophy that while the pain would always be a part of their story, it did not have to define their future. They could honor their past while also building a new legacy of strength, unity, and hope.

Today, Metlakatla stands as a beacon of resilience and transformation. The people have become a living testament to the power of healing and the importance of cultural pride. They have shown that even the deepest wounds can be tended to, and that growth and freedom can emerge from the shadows of the past.

In the hearts and minds of the people, the message is clear: While the pain is there and will always be a part of their history, they are more than their suffering. They are a vibrant, thriving community that refuses to let the atrocities of the past dictate who they are today. Through forgiveness and healing, they have found a path to a brighter, more hopeful future.

This story honors the strength and resilience of the People of Metlakatla, Alaska, and emphasizes the importance of forgiveness and healing as a pathway to freedom and growth.

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