Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words . . . can wound forever. Pictures of me as a little kid are really cute –– curly blond hair, a quick smile and eyes always looking for the next adventure. I had the confidence that comes from knowing you are truly loved. If we painted pictures at school, I painted three. I had a storybook childhood...

Have you ever wished you were someone else? I did! I was raised in a great family with seven brothers and sisters. My parents were missionaries in Africa for many years and I naturally had a lot of knowledge about God and Christianity. At a young age, I decided to begin a relationship with God through Jesus Christ. An unsure self-esteem As...

This is the story of a changed life, as told to Power to Change Ministries Walking through the dusky bar, I had come to the end of my rope. There had to be more to life than this. I was a self-righteous individual who had my entire life planned out and didn’t need help from anyone. On the surface my life seemed good, but that couldn’t...

My parents divorced when I was four. My mom lavished attention on me. I grew up to be an open and social person. I could find a common language with almost any stranger. Acquaintances quickly became friends. There came a point where I began to notice my friends. They lied, cheated and betrayed me and each other. I protested, but they didn’t...

I remember waking up and not wanting to get out of bed. I couldn’t take it anymore. I didn’t want to live. My mother died after she gave birth to my sister. I was seven. My dad couldn’t fill the void she had left. I was so tired of being sad all the time. As a teenager I was extremely depressed. At fourteen I began to experiment with drinking....

This is the story of a changed life, as told to Power to Change Ministries Troubles; unmanageable crises; spiritually and emotionally immature; alcoholism; prescription pill abuse; sexual problems and insanity; this was me. I came from a dysfunctional home, and was adopted into a dysfunctional home. Alcoholism was prevalent in both homes. I was...

As a child, I was racked with loneliness, craving acceptance and approval. In everything I did, I had an underlying fear that people wouldn’t like me or that I wasn t good enough. I longed to know God but didn’t know how. I even placed an apple on my nightstand one evening and said, Ok God, if you're real then eat this apple while I sleep!" God...