Beverly’s Story: When I was eight years old, my younger sister and I were suddenly uprooted from our home in California to vacation in El Salvador. After we had stayed with my uncle’s family for what seemed a long time, we found out our “vacation” was permanent....
Suzan’s Story: “Why don’t you just lie there and stop crying!” Those were the words of my perpetrator, one of three men who lured my friend and me on false pretenses. Behaving like animals, they used our bodies shamelessly. I was sixteen years old, a...
“Keep me as the apple of your eye; hide me in the shadow of your wings.” (Psalm 17:8) David’s enemies were surrounding him literally and figuratively, seeking to rob him of his peace and his very life. He was desperate for God’s protection and deliverance...
Ugochi’s Story: My mom always told me you don’t need friends. I think that’s why she and my dad had so many kids. Being the black sheep of the family, I wanted to prove her wrong. Finding friends would be challenging because I was not cool, I had a gap between...
