Christine’s Story: When I was five years old I received a school assignment to go home, find out what my daddy did for a living and then come back to school the next day to share that exciting information with the entire class. It may seem odd, but until that...
Rainey’s Story: George is my parent’s cat, not a fancy cat, just your plain old country tom cat now living in a big city. His “meow” is constant and sweet, his color is orangey peach with stripes; and even though he’s a cat, he is still part of...
Jennifer’s Story: As a highly productive twenty something year old I had a house, a boat, lots of friends, a loving family, and a great job. Then in the blink of an eye my life fell apart. Always the risk taker looking for fun, I saw no reason not to experiment...
Kate’s Story: Shaking in the cold, my three brothers and I huddled under a discarded boat waiting for hours for the click of the lock on the door and our father to let us into the house. As an eight-year-old little girl I longed to run into my Daddy’s arms when...
Christina’s Story: People reached out to me. It started in high school. See, I was a bit of a floozy in high school. That’s a lie. I was a total floozy. Here’s the thing. We’re created to worship, and whether we worship God or goodness or fashion or Jazzercise...
Martha’s Story: I lived solely for my own pleasures—always seeking the next high, until one dark day, I found myself down in a slimy pit. Cocaine and alcohol were my best friends. It didn’t happen overnight, but there I was. I had reached the bottom. I lost my...
