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Out of the Dust - Becca's Story

Out of the Dust – Becca’s Story

Growing up I was securely oriented in a small Pennsylvanian town, with a loving family and little church, where my dad was the pastor.  My world was safe and it made sense. I trusted in the goodness of God and the future.  When I was 18 years old, I found my way to a small liberal arts college, where I studied the Bible. I fully expected that these studies would increase my c....

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Living Hope – Mimi’s Story

Living Hope – Mimi’s Story

From as far back as I can remember I have felt lost and unwanted. I was born in Vietnam in 1991. My parents were not married and my father tried to convince my mother to have an abortion. My mother refused. She wanted to give me life. When I was nine months old my mother and I moved to Russia. When I was five my mother met my step-father and they decided to have a …....

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Seeking Harvest – Hannah’s Story

Seeking Harvest – Hannah’s Story

I have always loved school. I loved hanging out with my friends each day, being part of the school community and being inspired by the teachers around me. I even loved the pressure and structure of assignments and assessment tasks. Call me crazy, but I just loved everything about it. I loved it so much that I didn’t want to leave it. As the last day of Year 12 got closer and ....

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I Am A Living Story of Grace – Semaema’s Story

I am Found – Semaema’s Story

I was born in Fiji on 5 April 1986 and for the first four years of my life I knew nothing but unconditional love. I lived with my parents, Fulori and Sakiusa and maternal grandmother, Naula. They all doted upon me, I was the focus of their affection and delighted in the security and stability that such love brings.  My parent’s marriage was not a happy one however, and when ....

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Marcella’s Story – A Missionary Adventure

Marcella’s Story – A Missionary Adventure

My story begins in 1939, on the gently rolling plains of Minnesota, USA. My parents, were both children of European immigrants, my mother was German and my father, Swedish. My father was a farmer and my four older siblings and I learned from an early age how to be useful around the farm; collecting eggs, feeding pigs, milking cows, helping out in the corn field. I was a shy chi....

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