This is story about a journey filled with giants and a promise. This is the story of my brave heart boy called Caleb, our little family and our very big God. It all started back in 2001. My husband rang a very pregnant me and said ‘God just told me that we are meant to call our baby Caleb.’ I didn’t love the name at first, but told my husband I would think and pray &helli....
When I was a kid I thought I knew exactly how my life would pan out. I’d have a happy marriage, beautiful kids, a nice house and I’d be permanently skinny and tanned. Just like the TV ad families. When I got married just after I turned 18, I was sure that I was on-track to having the life I’d planned. And 15 months later, when a bubbly blonde little girl made us a family ....
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 ....
I grew up in a working class suburb of western Sydney called Mt Druitt. Despite the social challenges of our area, high levels of poverty, unemployment and criminal activity, my home was a happy one. Unlike most of my friends, my parents were together and loved each other very much; more than 50 years later, they still do. My dreams for the future were not lofty. I wanted to ....
I have known that I am adopted for as long as I can remember. My parents encouraged me to find my birth parents but it never really interested me, although I did think about my birth mother on my birthday and Mother’s day. I am so thankful that she chose life for me and I told my friends and family ‘if I ever do meet her I want to say thank you for my life.’ …....
