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The Hope That Holds Me - Rebekah’s Story

The Hope That Holds Me – Rebekah’s Story

From an early age, my dreams for the future involved two things; marriage and motherhood. As the third eldest child of ten, I grew up with strong maternal instincts and plenty of opportunity to practice my parenting skills. At five years of age, I made the decision to follow Jesus, after responding to an altar call given by my father, at the church he pastored in Launceston, Ta....

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The Promised Land – Janet’s Story

The Promised Land – Janet’s Story

This is story about a journey filled with giants and a promise. This is the story of my brave heart boy called Caleb, our little family and our very big God. It all started back in 2001. My husband rang a very pregnant me and said ‘God just told me that we are meant to call our baby Caleb.’ I didn’t love the name at first, but told my husband I would think and pray &helli....

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Reality Bites - Joni's Story

Reality Bites – Joni’s Story

When I was a kid I thought I knew exactly how my life would pan out. I’d have a happy marriage, beautiful kids, a nice house and I’d be permanently skinny and tanned. Just like the TV ad families. When I got married just after I turned 18, I was sure that I was on-track to having the life I’d planned. And 15 months later, when a bubbly blonde little girl made us a family ....

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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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A Mother’s Love – Carol’s Story

A Mother’s Love – Carol’s Story

I grew up in a working class suburb of western Sydney called Mt Druitt. Despite the social challenges of our area, high levels of poverty, unemployment and criminal activity, my home was a happy one. Unlike most of my friends, my parents were together and loved each other very much; more than 50 years later, they still do.  My dreams for the future were not lofty. I wanted to ....

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