The first time I saw his face was in a dream. For years I had wrestled with God about my desire for more children. My husband’s battle with cancer had left us with a legacy of infertility treatment, frustration and disappointment. There would be no more children for us. I had many conversations with God about it. Most of the time I complained and whined about the gross injust....
Names are powerful. They define us, locate us and identify us. But what if you don’t know your name? Growing up I had no idea who my father was. I didn’t know anything about him so the only last name I had to use was either borrowed from my siblings or whomever my mom was married to at the time. My life was full of chaos and uncertainty and my mother’s drug and alcohol ad....
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It is difficult to put it all into one page, but I was born in Taiwan and then adopted by an Australian family at six weeks of age. There are many unanswered questions surrounding my birth family but growing up I knew nothing but unconditional love and acceptance from the wonderful woman and man that I call mum and dad. We lived in Adelaide, Australia and from as early as I can....
I am the youngest child in a family of two girls. I have always had a great relationship with my family but my parents did not have a happy marriage and lived almost separate lives. My dad was a hardworking provider for our family and a caring dad but he was also an alcoholic with no interest in church. My mum however was a committed and devoted woman of God and made sure that ....
