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Chrissy’s Story – Falling Up Stairs

Chrissy’s Story – Falling Up Stairs

I was 13 years old when my friend, younger sister and I experienced something that forever changed the course of my life. It was a hot day and so the three of us popped on our swimmers and went down to the local creek to go fishing. One minute we were innocently playing, the next, we were being confronted by a stranger who wanted to ‘help us fish’. What this actually meant ....

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This is Real Love - Caroline’s Story

This is Real Love – Caroline’s Story

I grew up with a brother and sister on a farm in country New South Wales. It was a very simple life. We lived off the land. My dad had been a shearer but after we were born he got a job at the local timber mill and mum stayed at home to raise us. My mum didn’t have much of an education and never learned to drive a car. Although we didn’t have much, country …....

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‘I found God through a Self Development book’ – Emily’s Story

I found God through a ‘Self Development’ Book – Emily’s Story

In 2013, I started working for a fitness apparel company.  I was immediately attracted to, border line obsessed with, the organization’s culture of goal setting. Upon being hired, each employee was given a packet of questions and a goal coaching session. The packet contained questions like ‘what would you do if you could not fail?’ or ‘if money were no object, what wou....

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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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