Officially a “Storm Warning” in the weather forecast was coming over the radio, but I chose to leave anyway, because I just wanted to get home. I had taken a month off to go “Out West” fishing ...
It was Tuesday, March 9, 1993—a bright and beautiful spring-like day with daffodils blooming and trees leafing out. My heart, however, was heavy, filled with a sense of apprehension. David, my beloved husband of nine years, had not returned home....
A Satanic Ritual Abuse Survivor’s Storyby Nancy DunnOn my thirty-third birthday memories from my childhood opened up like a floodgate. My eight-year-old son had just told me that my father had sexually abused him. All at once, long-hidden, painful memories began to unravel in my mind...
From Islam to ChristBy MMAEven as a child born into a prosperous Iranian family, I did not have a happy childhood. At age twelve in Islamic studies in school, I started searching for what was man’s purpose in life. The religious teachers could not give me answers. I asked them who God was...
Whose Image?By Belinda Senter KingsleyI could hear my eight-year-old twins screaming and crying long before I saw them. They had gotten off the school bus at the top of our street and were struggling with each other as they made their way to our house. Seeing this from the window, I ran from my bedroom, down the stairs, and yanked open the front door. ...
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