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The She Is Project – Live

DATE AND TIME Thursday, September 20, 2018 7:00 PM – 9:00 PM AEST LOCATION Central Church 4 Fitzwilliam Street Port Kembla, NSW 2505 Join us for a relaxed and intimate gathering. Great conversation, a delicious grazing table, a glass of wine and of course – the sharing of stories. Spaces are limited so grab a girlfriend or two an purchase your tickets tonight. Tickets o....

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Adriel’s Story—Grace like Scarlett – Finding God in the Wake of Grief after Miscarriage

Adriel’s Story—Grace like Scarlett – Finding God in the Wake of Grief after Miscarriage

For days I felt empty. But afraid to articulate my feelings, I dismissed them instead—searching for comfort in the possibility that the sudden change I felt was really just the mark between trimesters. They say that once you’ve seen your baby’s heartbeat, your chances of losing her diminish to between 3-5%. We had seen her through an ultrasound only weeks before—healthy....

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Kirsten’s Story – The Myth of Perfection

My friends and family know that I am not one for being the center of attention. I much prefer to be the wallflower and observer. However, when you pray for God to give you platforms to share your story for His glory, when there once was a time you didn’t believe you even really had a story to tell, and He opens the door for opportunities, you say yes and step in. My word ....

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Bethany’s Story – Finding Life after Loss

Bethany’s Story – Finding Life after Loss

It was 5:15 a.m. 27 December 2012 when a horrendous scream jolted me awake. At first I thought I was having a nightmare, I could hear words being formed but I refused to believe that they were true. ‘He’s dead, He’s dead!’ It was my mother’s voice and within a split second I was fully awake. My father was dead. I jumped out of bed and ran to my parent’s room. My mot....

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Norma’s Story – A New Life

Norma’s Story – Out of the Ruins

I was 14 years old when my father left. I came home from school to see my mother stirring a saucepan of gravy at the stove. When I asked her ‘where’s dad?’ she simply said ‘he’s gone’. When I asked why she replied ‘because we don’t get on anymore’ and kept stirring the gravy. I ran out of the house crying and went to my friend’s house. I was so upset. I didn....

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