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Relentless Love – Bec’s Story

Relentless Love – Bec’s Story

My earliest memories involve fear. My home life was unstable at best; at its’ worst, it was violent and terrifying. My parent’s relationship was defined by threats, shouting, anger and arguments. Their marriage eventually ended when I was only eight years old but my view of love and family was already scarred by things that no child should ever have to see, hear or expe....

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Shoba’s Story

My first real memory of God is from when I was about five years old. My father was Hindu and my mother was a nominal Christian but the people who worked for us in and around our home, practiced a mixture of, Islam, ancestor worship and animism. One day one of the kitchen staff told me that they had put a curse on me. I still remember very clearly that my first response was t....

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Shani’s Story

13 years ago my marriage was headed for divorce. From the outside everything looked fantastic. My husband Rick and I had four beautiful daughters, a very successful business and we had just moved into our dream home, an impressive rural retreat on the South Coast. But I was miserable. Rick and I only really communicated when we had to and most of the time those conversations en....

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Anna’s Story

At 22 I was feeling restless and a little lost. I was studying biochemistry at university and in a long-term relationship with a man I thought I loved but deep down I felt trapped. I decided to break up with my boyfriend and over the university summer break to take some time to explore what life was like without the responsibilities and restrictions of a relationship. I mad....

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Healed From the Inside Out – Dana’s Story

Healed From the Inside Out – Dana’s Story

For the last 13 years of have worked as a nurse in the Intensive Care Unit of a large public hospital. I have spent my entire working life surrounded by people who are gravely ill and in desperate need of healing. One day as I was removing the bandage from the deeply infected wound of one of my patients, I heard the still, small voice of God speak to me, “Dana, you are a nurs....

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