I first found Max outside my workplace. He was injured, with deep burns that had damaged his nervous system. His eyes reflected fear and pain; yet somehow, he trusted me. I felt a mix of shock and sadness; I had never seen such vulnerability in such a small being. The first days were the hardest. Cleaning his wounds and watching him suffer gave me a tangible understanding of the suffering God feels when we are in pain. Despite everything, Max clung to me, slowly showing signs of trust and hope. Day by day, with constant care and love, his recovery became… Read More
Recovery
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For so long, I was resentful toward Christians because I went nearly my entire life without hearing the truth of the Gospel, without someone sharing the Good News of Jesus with me. Now I use that experience to make sure that I’m the believer who takes every opportunity I can to share Jesus with those in front of me—whether that’s a telemarketer, a homeless person, a hotel clerk, or a mom at the grocery store. So many have yet to hear the Good News, and I want to be sure no one escapes my presence without encountering His. I didn’t get saved… Read More
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I donate clothes to psychiatric hospitals and women’s crisis centers, not because I have extra money or an overflowing closet, but because I remember what it felt like to walk into a place like that with absolutely nothing. Years ago, when my life hit a breaking point, I found myself at a mental health facility. I was overwhelmed, terrified, and carrying more pain than I could make sense of. But the people there - the nurses, the counselors, the group leaders - treated me like a human being. They talked to me gently. They listened. They made me feel normal at… Read More
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Before I became sick, my life was completely normal. Everything changed when I began feeling a slight irritation in my throat. It seemed like nothing serious, but within 48 hours my body weakened: full-body aches, exhaustion, and a lack of strength I couldn’t ignore. When the Covid diagnosis came, I was in shock—especially because my wife was pregnant at the time. My first thought was to protect her and our baby. I wanted to distance myself so I wouldn’t expose them, not realizing how severe things would become. I tried to stay positive, but my lungs weren’t responding. My oxygen levels dropped… Read More
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I never expected my life to change so quickly. One week after giving birth to my daughter, Lily, everything shifted. When the stroke began, my first thoughts weren’t about myself—they were about my two older kids. I knew they would be confused and scared, and all I could do was pray that they wouldn’t worry about me. God answered that prayer quickly. My family stepped in and surrounded them with comfort, play, and reassurance. I wasn’t afraid for myself. I just wanted my children to be okay. The hardest moment came when I was transferred to the inpatient rehabilitation facility. That… Read More
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I grew up as a church girl. I knew God, but if I’m honest, we didn’t really have a relationship. I went to church with my kids, but my husband never came with us, and that created tension in our marriage. A year before everything unraveled, I felt God nudging me to get more involved at church, even though I didn’t really understand why. Looking back, I can see He was preparing me for what I didn’t yet know was coming. When my husband confessed to multiple indiscretions, something happened that surprised even me: spiritually, I felt peace. Not because the… Read More






