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Faithful and True - Beverley’s Story

Faithful and True – Beverley’s Story

I was born in Adelaide in 1938 and, by the time I was a toddler, the shadow of Australia’s involvement in World War II hung over everyday life. I recall dark blinds drawn at night, search lights in the sky and air raid shelters being installed in people’s back gardens. When I was five, my mother became pregnant with her second child. I still remember the day that she went i....

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Learning to Live Again – Rebecca’s Story

Learning to Live Again – Rebecca’s Story

I was born in regional Victoria, the youngest of three girls. Our family was close and loving and my parents worked very hard to provide a great life for my sisters and I. When I was five years old my best friend died. This was the first time I had ever experienced deep grief, loneliness or rejection. I couldn’t understand why I couldn’t go to heaven with him. Without reali....

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Transition – Kath’s Story

Transition – Kath’s Story

As a midwife I became skilled at intuitively recognising when a women was entering the transition stage of labour. In some cases the established rhythm of contractions and rest would pause and the stillness brought a deeper rest or time to reposition and regroup in preparation for birth. In other cases a crescendo occurs that if not harnessed can lead to an unwanted, obstructed....

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The Freedom Movement – Karrie’s Story

I was so excited to go and in typical teen-girl fashion, I had carefully chosen my summer outfit, a new bikini, cute hat and sandals that matched. I was ready, Water Park here I come. When you are a freshman in high school, all of these details matter because you never know when you might just meet, ‘the one’ and just in case today was the day I needed to look awesome! Unfo....

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The Untold Secrets of a Pastor’s Wife In Desperate Need of Grace - Hannah's Story

Grace and Truth – Hannah’s Story

I walked towards the gate of Sunny’s new school this morning, behind the bars was an enclosed area for children to sit. My eyes found four children in wheelchairs. One little boy dangled bare feet from his chair, while another had his eyes closed and dribbled quietly in the corner of the schoolyard. I gulped and took a breath; this is now where my boy ‘belongs,’ the r....

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