Read the true life experiences of people as they wrestle with life and God.
I'll never forget the day I had to watch my wife Phillippa die, unable to do anything about it...
Things went wrong from about 30 weeks pregnant and the blessing we thought that was coming was far different than what we received. My 18 week scan appeared normal and we were pleased with the way things were going. In my 3rd trimester I seemed much bigger than I should be...
She remembered when he first came to her, in her mind and in her heart, but as real to her as the objects she could touch. She first remembered listening to him when she was 4 year old. It concerned her mother and father. "They will never love you like I do," he whispered...
I was subjected to conflicting expectations, constantly yelled at, expected to "cover up" and tell lies to creditors, taken out in the car to places against my will, telephoned wherever I happened to be when I went out, and thrown out of my bed...
One of the greatest fears of my life was to end up divorced; as that is what my parents chose when I was just 3 years of age. My mother married again when I was 6 years old but that relationship also ended in divorce...
I grew up in the generation that tended to produce a good number of people in places of leadership and responsibility who were over-bearing and controlling, and who seemed to love the power of their position to control people's lives. This situation greatly affected me...
Losing weight soon becomes a seductive idol, demanding undivided obedience and false sacrifice. It is a slow form of suicide. After 10 years of believing lies about myself and deceiving others, I finally came to a place of accepting help and being honest...
