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    About the Book

    I Was Broken, Too

    The joy of my heart is to encourage women. I regard every invitation to speak as an opportunity to offer hope – whether it be a brunch or a tea, a regular meeting or a special event.

    This is where author Barbara Higby found herself when her daughter suddenly died. Previous losses had tutored her in how to renew hope—a failed adoption process, the death of newborn twins, the challenges of a disabled son, the collapse of her calling—but her daughter’s death plunged her to a new depth of hopelessness. Barbara’s story of bringing life to her shattered hope will encourage others who are disheartened by loss.

    I Was Broken, Too offers four paths to restore hope in the battle-weary.

    • H—Hold your Eyes Higher
    • O—Open your Heart to God’s Opportunities
    • P—Ponder the Positive, not the Problems
    • E—Expect Grace

    I Was Broken, Too was written for you, the broken, disillusioned, and wounded. If loss of any kind has assaulted your hope, follow the paths that revived Barbara’s—they are achievable and hope is possible. You will discover that what God has done for her, He will do for you.

    About the Author

    Barbara Higby

    Barbara Higby’s passion is to encourage others, from a podium, one-on-one, and in her writing. She has widely served in women’s ministry and alongside her pastor husband, Rich. Barbara’s experience as a biological and adoptive mother of five, a mother-figure, foster mother, bereaved mother, and grandmother of eleven, has seasoned her ministry with compassion. Barbara claims dual citizenship—her feet walk the streets of New Jersey, but her home is Heaven, where three children precede her.

    Blogs

    Unwrinkled

    Then—Wrinkled clothes were ironed with steam and wrinkled faces were esteemed with honor. Polyester and perma-press aided the battle with wrinkles and creases. By contrast, wrinkled skin was respected, regarded as an indication of wisdom. Now—Clothes are worn wrinkled...

    Uncomplicated

    Then—a handshake, a witness, perhaps a few lines scribbled and signed. It was a time when one’s word was trusted, reputation respected, and name honored.   Now—triplicate forms, notarization, and legal counsel. We’ve been painfully schooled by dishonest motives and...

    A New Heaven & Earth

    We find breathtaking beauty in our amazing world. When we watch the sun set, hear waves roar and crash, smell pungent pines and light floral scents, feel the softness of a newborn’s skin and the silkiness of their hair, savor the sweetness of a juicy orange or...

    A New Command: Love

    What’s new (beside the year)? The law, a set of rules impossible to keep, no longer keeps us from the Father’s presence—love has opened the way. Love from the Father in sacrificing His Son, love from the Son in submitting to death, love from the Spirit in enabling us...

    A New Unity

    What’s new (beside the year)? There is neither Jew nor Greek, slave nor free, male nor female, for you are all one in Christ Jesus. Gal 3:28 The Bible speaks of a new unity between Jews and Greeks—two people groups who become one in faith, thereby "making peace” and...

    Tri-State Voice Article

    TriStateVoice.com is Metro New York’s Christian Blog/News/Events site.

    Barbara Higby Chronicles Pain, Brokenness, and the Path to Hope in New Book

    www.tristatevoice.com/2019/08/05/barbara-higby

    The Tale of the Seven Sisters

    In a timeless allegory, seven sisters wrestle their deepest fears when they’re invited to take up residence in the land of Evermore. Little do they suspect that a move to this new land will result in a weightier decision, one that challenges them to the core as they wonder, can King Aric be trusted?

    The Tale of the Seven Sisters invites readers to a close relationship with the One who loves them without condition.

    Available on Amazon in paperback and Kindle at The Tale of the Seven Sisters.

    Speaking

    The joy of my heart is to encourage women. I regard every invitation to speak as an opportunity to offer hope – whether it be a brunch or a tea, a regular meeting or a special event.

    I also offer one day workshops and retreats. I will address a topic you request or choose from the following suggestions:

    • I Was Broken, Too is my signature presentation, my heartbeat, if you will. I present four paths to hope based my   book, I Was Broken, Too. A condensed 40-minute presentation is perfect for Women’s Teas or special events. I also offer a four-part workshop of 30-minute sessions with delving questions for small groups or personal   reflection.
    • A Woman’s Self-Portrait is a three session seminar that explores reasons for a poor self-image and helps women   see themselves as God does.
    • Life is Not a QWERTY Keyboard – Wouldn’t we love life to be as predictable as a computer keyboard? What if   we could, by the flick of a finger, bold those things that are important to us and delete those things (or people) that   are inconvenient? This message of hope focuses on the One who has all things under Ctrl.
    • Rock, Fortress, Deliverer – Discover the all-encompassing care of a loving God and feel fears subside in the light   of Psalm 18.

    Stacey Joy

    Some readers have expressed curiosity about Stacey Joy, the daughter I wrote about in I Was Broken, Too, so here are answers to your FAQs and a few extra tidbits.

    Stacey came to us on Flag Day, June 14, 1974,
    through Holt International.

    You could update this facial expression annually. She had a stubborn determination and would not be intimidated by her brothers.

    This is one of my favorite pictures, taken at LBI during the period I refer to as the Camelot years. I’m flanked by my daughters Stacey (left) and Bethany (right) with my daughters-in-love Shannon & Amy kneeling in front.

    One of the last pictures we have of Stacey shows four generations: me, my mother (“Grandma B”), Stacey, and Kaylee at her three-year birthday party.

    Stacey was everyone’s favorite cheerleader—her oft-spoken words of encouragement were “You go, girl!” She loved fun & laughter and nobody laughed like her—there was no doubt when Stacey was present.

    The cause of Stacey’s death was an undiagnosed, progressive, and rather newly identified heart disease, Arrhythmogenic Right Ventricular Dysplasia (ARVD). It is not curable but can be controlled with medication. Johns Hopkins now has a department dedicated to ARVD. Thankfully, Kaylee has been evaluated there twice and received a clean bill of health.

    Two years after she married Phil Touw, they had Kaylee, the love of Stacey’s life.

    Writers

    Are you looking for encouragement as a writer or aspiring writer? As facilitator of the North Jersey Christian Writer’s Group, I invite you to join us. You will find my monthly Focus Points and our meeting information at NJCWG.blogspot.com. Our goal is to write for Him, whether it’s a page-turning novel, an article for a periodical, or a personal blog post. Also visit our face book page at facebook.com/NJCWG.