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Psalm 139 (A paraphrase) - Johanna Wallace

The Story of My Life – Psalm 139

I am not a mystery or a puzzle to you Lord, Rather I am a story you know by heart, A story that you never tire of telling or hearing. A story that is familiar and dear to you, for you are its author. Long before I knew you, you knew me – having dreamed of me and already, having shaped my heart. You are the title, the introduction, the cover and back page of …....

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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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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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It’s Time to Get Naked – Julie’s Story

It’s Time to Get Naked – Julie’s Story

I love to swim and at least twice a week I engage in the soothing and rhythmical ritual of following the black line for 20 or more laps at my local, public swimming pool. A few weeks ago I shared the pool with a Seniors Aquarobics class. Whilst I swam laps a large group of older women bobbed up and down in the water beside my lane, exercising to music. By the time I had &hellip....

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Aliyah Lauren

The Door of Return – Aliyah’s Story

The humid air licked at my fringe as I waited beneath the bell tower on the grass of a wine farm in Cape Town, my beloved home town. The air played with the rope that hung from the brass bell and as I looked up, I noticed a plaque to the left of where I stood. It was just a normal day out for me, acting like a tourist in my own city. Yet this …....

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