Recent Stories

Am I A Good Mother If My House Is Messy

I am not a good mother because I keep a perfect house – Sara’s Story

I’ll never forget the first time I felt criticized for lack of care for my home.  Aaron and I had been married for a little over a year, and our first son had come one month early.  I was attending college full-time, trying to catch up on my courses so I could prove to my mother that my decision to have children early in life would not keep me from completing my college deg....

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Facing Fear In Africa

We Were in Africa, Tied Up With Guns At Our Heads – Sharon’s Story

As Christians we’re regularly told things like ‘don’t be afraid, to die is to gain or, face your fear and do it anyway’. But what about when you and your daughter are tied up by intruders with a gun to your head and you’re in Africa? This was my story in March 2015. For just over two years we’ve been living as foreign missionaries in Kenya. Every day we face danger ....

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Ethnic Model Management

Ethnic Model Management – Terry-Ann’s Story

Growing up I never considered myself to be pretty. If I’m really honest I always hated looking in the mirror, it was a constant reminder of what I was not. As a Fijian girl living in New Zealand, I didn’t fit the image of beauty that was celebrated by magazines and TV shows. I was not blonde or blue eyed. I tried to be though. When I was 20 I lightened my hair, used bleachi....

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Who You Are Is What They Need - Sam Macpherson

Who You Are Is What They Need – Sam’s Story

You don’t normally envisage an exciting new season in God beginning with a snotty session of foetal rocking on the couch, but there I was.  What catastrophe had put me there?  A list of expectations, both real and imagined, that scrolled through my head as we prepared to take on senior pastorship of Calvary Christian Church in Townsville.  Not, as some may suspect, the lac....

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“You are so skinny!” – Martha Kate’s Story

I remember the first time I heard the words that will stay with me forever. I remember the smile on the woman’s face as she looked at me with envy and I remember the pride that exuded from me that day thinking I had just won a gold medal.  No those words weren’t you are amazing. No they weren’t you are so smart or kind. They weren’t even you are beautiful. Those words,....

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