Home at Last
I can tell you about growing up in a home with an alcoholic father, who beat my mother. Or I can tell you what life was like when my parents divorced, and I couldn't see my brother or sister because I lived with my dad. I can give the details of being raped at 15, or tell you what life was like being in an abusive relationship with my boyfriend for...
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My husband admits that he has had a problem with porn
My husband and I both love the Lord and we have been married for 19 years. Three and a half years ago I discovered some pornography magazines.
He said that he knows he has had a problem for many years (before we were married) and he has a strong desire for God to take it away. He struggles with it all; sometimes victorious, often not. I was away...
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A Power for Change
The night was very dark. I found it hard to sleep. It was quiet except for the hum of the car motor, but after several hours, the car pulled to a stop. We kids were scrunched up in the back seat of the car all sleeping except me. I heard my mom ask, "Which way, left or right? Where do we go?" We were heading down the road with no destination.
Although...
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A New Man
I knew I had hit rock bottom that night when I tried to take my own life. I don’t know why it didn’t work. I just remember waking up semi-conscious with nobody to turn to.
Succumbing to peer pressure
I grew up in a good home in Grande Prairie, Alberta, and was raised to be have good moral character. But at the age of 16, peer pressure got...
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Escape From Reality
Was there something you always wanted to be as a child? Some children want to be doctors, or firemen or teachers. I always wanted to be an actress.
Growing up in New York, I dreamed of escape. I was the oldest of six children and the caretaker–my mother was often ill and slowly developed a drinking problem. My father worked all day and would...
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Life, Reinvented
While on a skiing trip, I received a phone call from my stepfather. There was a family tragedy and I had to go home as soon as possible—my grandparents had been murdered.
Someone went into my grandparents’ home and killed them with a metal pipe. They stole my grandfather’s guns and truck and left a piece of paper with the names of my brother...
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This Is The Life!
As a child, I had no views on God at all because my parents didn't teach us about Him. I cannot recall having a conversation with either one of them about any spiritual matters before they died. Most of my memories of my parents include my dad and his drinking problem. Because he was an alcoholic, my mother wanted to divorce him. She gave him many...
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