Recent Stories

The Still, Small Voice – Jenn’s Story

I said the ‘sinner’s’ prayer alone in my room after a Harvest Crusade when I was 13 years old. I had always known there was a God, the way most children instinctively know, but I didn’t know about salvation or Jesus or any of those things or even what those words were. I wondered and worried about eternity often as a young child, which was a little odd as church and the....

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The Mother Heart of God – Becca’s Story

The Motherheart of God – Becca’s Story

In 2004 I was 22 years old. A fresh college graduate I spent my days working as a waitress in a diner and my nights as a cook in a tiny Italian restaurant.  I needed these months desperately; to discover the sacredness of food and service, to work hard alongside people so different than myself, to exhale from four years of study, and hopefully let a bit of what I’d read and ....

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2190 Deaths Later – Rhea’s Story

2190 Deaths Later – Rhea’s Story

It began with predatory stares.  My young thigh, catatonic glances, his scary blue eyes that turned from my gaze less and less.  Glares mutated to creaks on stairs, and those young and tender years when other girls whispered of crushes, were to me, filled with felonies in the night. He wasn’t my real father, but was to protect me as if he were.  If he could hurt me, then w....

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Courage, Dear Heart – Jane’s Story

Courage, Dear Heart – Jane’s Story

About 5 years ago I started an NGO, as you do when your marriage is falling apart and your heart is breaking. A friend in rural Fiji needed help sending her daughter to school, and before too long, a grassroots program was born supporting Girls to overcome barriers to education. My friend became the Fiji Coordinator with her local contacts and networks and I watched her get bus....

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Tied with a Bow - Laura's Story

Tied with a Bow – Laura’s Story

I have always liked to have everything “just so”—organized and as perfect as possible. I appreciate the pretty things in life, the beauty in words and creation and song—I’m really not a fan of mess and blood and haphazard! I remember giving birth to my sweet daughter and asking the nurses to “please clean her up and put a bow in her hair”… it might have been the....

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