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Marcella’s Story – A Missionary Adventure

Marcella’s Story – A Missionary Adventure

My story begins in 1939, on the gently rolling plains of Minnesota, USA. My parents, were both children of European immigrants, my mother was German and my father, Swedish. My father was a farmer and my four older siblings and I learned from an early age how to be useful around the farm; collecting eggs, feeding pigs, milking cows, helping out in the corn field. I was a shy chi....

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He Hears My Prayers - Colbi’s Story

He Hears My Prayers – Colbi’s Story

My grandfather was a successful businessman and my father continued his legacy. As far as material possessions were concerned our family had it all, expensive homes, the latest European cars, designer clothes, jewelry and the latest and greatest toys. From the outside it looked like I had the perfect life, but behind the walls of our beautiful home it was a totally different st....

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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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Family Ties – Getrude’s Story – South Africa

Family Ties – Getrude’s Story

Growing up I never really understood the value of Mother’s Day, Father’s Day or Valentine’s Day. When I asked my friends why they celebrated these occasions, their answers always related to wanting to honour their family. But what if you don’t feel like your family is worth celebrating? My two siblings and I grew up in a home that was defined by abuse; abuse of alcohol,....

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Am I Enough? – Gillians’ Story – South Africa

Am I Enough? – Gillians’ Story

I was born in South Africa to a 16 year old unwed mother. My mom was too young to take on the responsibility of motherhood so my granny stepped in and she raised me as her 11th child. My mom has since gone on to have five more children. It was many years before my siblings were told that I was their sister and not their aunty. My grandparents were very strict, especially my gra....

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