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Out of the Dust - Becca's Story

Out of the Dust – Becca’s Story

Growing up I was securely oriented in a small Pennsylvanian town, with a loving family and little church, where my dad was the pastor.  My world was safe and it made sense. I trusted in the goodness of God and the future.  When I was 18 years old, I found my way to a small liberal arts college, where I studied the Bible. I fully expected that these studies would increase my c....

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I Am A Living Story of Grace – Semaema’s Story

I am Found – Semaema’s Story

I was born in Fiji on 5 April 1986 and for the first four years of my life I knew nothing but unconditional love. I lived with my parents, Fulori and Sakiusa and maternal grandmother, Naula. They all doted upon me, I was the focus of their affection and delighted in the security and stability that such love brings.  My parent’s marriage was not a happy one however, and when ....

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Defeating Depression - Jasmines Story

Defeating Depression – Jasmines Story

I lost my father to cancer when I was 13 years old.  He was a great daddy, and just like every other daddy’s girl I loved him a lot. I didn’t find out that he was sick until a week before he passed away. He hadn’t wanted to worry me or make me sad. That didn’t work out so well. I struggled throughout high school. Being a teenage girl is hard enough but I missed &hellip....

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Cancer, Fear and Faith - Sarah’s Story

Cancer, Fear and Faith – Sarah’s Story

I will never forget that morning in November. The previous night after working night & day for weeks, I had finally finished my last essay to complete my Masters. I was exhausted & relieved. While my husband was on a client call in our office at home, I was having a cup of tea when my phone rang. It was my specialist doctor who I had seen on an unrelated issue weeks ago....

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Awareness About Depression

Amanda’s Story – What I Know Now

My world stopped turning on October 10, 2006. I was 20 years old. I was interning at a primary school about to head home for fall break when I had a voicemail from my dad to call him. The news was tragic.  My mother had taken her own life.  The reality of never getting to see her again, or hug her, or kiss her, or tell her how much I loved her began to sink …....

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