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...
Wynne’s Story: Growing up the oldest of three girls in Texas, I often dressed up as a bride for Halloween, and carried fake flowers “down the aisle” of our family room next to my “groom” set to music. No doubt I held a carefully curated version of how my life...
Carrie’s Story: I carried the shame of feeling defective for twenty-three years. The summer before my senior year of high school I went manic. I did not know I was burning the candle at both ends, involved in many activities and getting little sleep. The night...
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...
Sacred Story desires to connect you and/or loved ones to resources and help in areas of need.* Although far from exhaustive, our prayer is for the following organizations and outlets to be a bridge to the next place in your story. We would like to pray with you for...
