How Everyday People Live Out Their Christian Faith

Illustrating how men and women display their love for Jesus in their day-to-day lives.
Little things that may have an eternal impact. Might these stories motivate you to use your talents?
  • Loss Of Loved One Overcoming Obstacles

    STILL STANDING BY HIS GRACE

    Growing up in the Bible Belt, in a small town in North Carolina, faith was always a part of our home. God wasn’t just someone we talked about on Sundays, He was the center of everything. But everything shifted the day tragedy struck. I was 11 when my dad was in a terrible car crash just down the road from our house. He clung to life for a few days, but then doctors told my mom she had to make an unthinkable decision—to turn off the machines that were keeping him alive. It felt like our entire world shattered in that moment. Grief overwhelmed my mom. And though she loved me deeply, she didn’t know how to handle the pain. She made mistakes. A lot of them. And those mistakes made my own pain even heavier. I had to grow up fast. Too fast. My teenage years were full of confusion, heartache, and trauma. At 15, I met a boy. By 18, I married him. I think part of me was trying to fill the hole my dad’s death left behind. I thought marriage would bring the love and stability I had lost. But instead, I found myself trapped in another storm. My husband started drinking. At first, it was subtle, but it quickly spiraled. The verbal abuse came next, the kind that chips away at your identity and worth until you barely recognize yourself anymore. It wasn’t physical, but the emotional wounds ran deep. I felt invisible. Alone. Through all of this, my mom had found her way back to God. She was no… Read More

  • Hospital Overcoming Obstacles

    BATTLING CANCER

    I was 21, when the doctor uttered the words that changed everything: “You have cancer.” I had gone to the hospital after weeks of unexplained fatigue, fevers, night sweats, weight loss, skin changes, and strange lumps. The diagnosis? Stage 1B Hodgkin lymphoma. I remember sitting frozen in the doctor’s office, watching my mother’s tears fall beside me. I was supposed to be worrying about exams, not chemotherapy. Despite the initial shock, I made a conscious decision to view that day with optimism. After months of not knowing what was wrong, at least I had an answer. That day marked the start of my healing journey. According to the National Cancer Institute, up to 25 in every 100,000 Americans diagnosed with cancer are under the age of 24. I never imagined I could be a cancer victim at such a young age until I came across that statistic. I was in school, full of dreams, but my world suddenly revolved around blood tests, scans, and treatments. School became a blur of hospital visits and long nights crying into my pillow. I lost my hair, my strength, and even some friends, but I never lost Jesus. Treatment was grueling. The doctor explained I had an unfavorable form of the disease; it required intense therapy. I began with several cycles of ABVD chemotherapy, and every month, I had to move fifty miles to the nearest chemo center in Philadelphia, where I was living at the time. Midway through, PET/CT scans checked my progress, and more treatment followed—including radiation (involved field radiation therapy or IFRT) aimed at the… Read More

  • Mentoring Recovery Unique Ministries

    HOPE FOR HER

    I was a single parent mom who had left a domestic violence marriage. After struggling for over 25 years with alcoholism, I lost my job. My life hit rock bottom. In that moment, when everything had fallen apart, I was face down on the floor thinking I would die. My life had blown up. It was then that I surrendered my life to Christ and confessed to the Lord that I had made a terrible mess of my life. I asked Him to do something of value, His will, with my life. Finally, I was able to get sober and connect with my church. I sought counseling and joined a support group with my sons. With the help of the program, Overcomers, I learned about addiction and family trauma. Through that, I was able to start repairing my relationship with God and began to heal. Back when everything first happened, I was in the process of getting my master's degree. I left school then, but fortunately, I was able to enroll again. Unemployed for seven months, God helped me to use that time for healing. I had a wonderful mentor at church who helped and coached me. When I returned to school, it was a Christian school, and my advisor encouraged me to really look at what God was doing in my life. So I decided to write my thesis on a ministry I felt led to start called Hope for Her. Hope for Her came about from my personal life experience and the desire to help other women. The idea was to create… Read More

  • Loving Your Neighbor Unique Ministries

    SOOTHING HOSPICE PATIENTS

    My experience with Lifecare Hospice began in 2006 when my dear friend Ronda and I decided to train as volunteers. We were assigned to hospice patients in various nursing facilities in our county where we played our guitars and sang duets for each client, making every effort to find music to which each individual would joyfully respond. Ironically, our very first assignment was a former neighbor of mine. It was such a pleasure and blessing to be able to minister to my dear friend in her final days; and it was a definite confirmation to me that this was indeed something God was calling me to. Ronda and I found great joy both in sharing our musical gifts with others as well as in being able to do this together. Sadly, after a couple years, Ronda moved out of the area, and I reluctantly decided to continue on my own. As there are few music volunteers in the hospice program, at some point I was assigned to just one nursing home to serve all hospice patients in that facility. The number has varied over the years, but I have sometimes had as many as 15 clients at one time. The length of my time with them has also varied; I have had clients for as little as a few days and as long as 2 ½ years. It has been fun, and sometimes challenging, to find music that my end-of-life friends truly enjoy. It is always very clear when I have found a song that sparks a memory or inspires their hearts. Even those… Read More

  • Overcoming Obstacles Verbalizing the Gospel

    JESUS HOLDS ME UP

    Six feet tall and a force to be reckoned with, my mom raised five children, alone, on very little money. While pregnant with my brother, she was diagnosed with breast cancer. My grandmother pressured her to terminate the pregnancy, but my mom refused. After giving birth, she started driving 100 miles for regular chemotherapy sessions, taking my siblings and me along. On these trips, my mom followed the tradition of buying us fancy drinks at a gas station, hoping to distract us from our difficulties. One time, the car overheated, and she prayed aloud: “I just need to make it to the hospital!” After we arrived, people came running with a fire extinguisher, yelling, “Can’t you see the flames?” Calmly, my mom unloaded us from the car, said, “I’ll be back for it,” smiled, and took us inside. She made me feel so safe. All these years later, it's never crossed my mind how scared she must have been. Eventually, she got worse and was confined to a hospital bed in our living room. Because we didn’t want to leave her by herself, my 11-year-old sister and I took turns staying home from school. For a whole year, I didn’t learn much of anything. When I was 13, my mom died. Afterwards, I spent a few months with a foster family. The first time they took me to church, I just felt comfortable. I even remember the way it smelled—a warm scent like incense or perfumed oil. Without trying, my foster parents showed me what a stable life could be. At the same time, my foster mother had… Read More

  • Overcoming Obstacles Recovery

    WEATHERING THE STORM

    My husband traveled for work, but his job let me stay home with our son. After two years of marriage, we found out I was pregnant with our second child. Shortly after, he went on one of his trips, but he cut all forms of contact, and didn’t return. I became frantic, trying to figure out what had happened, and found he had been unfaithful. I packed our bags and moved in with my parents. I emailed him, telling him I knew, and offered him a chance to explain. He responded by saying it was over, that he was unhappy, and there would be no reconciliation. I was devastated, feeling betrayed and abandoned. I had found God at a young age and remained faithful throughout my life. While I never blamed God, I found myself frustrated and disappointed. I wanted to understand why this was allowed to happen. I relied heavily on Jeremiah 29:11, God’s message on His plan for me. I worked to remember it is not our place to understand God’s plan, but rather to put our trust in Him. Our church was kind; they showed us compassion and helped me gather everything my boys needed. I became determined to be the best mom, always present for my kids and meeting all their needs. I made sure they attended church and understood the Gospel. Bible School became something my children looked forward to. When my youngest was three years old, he claimed he was going to be a Pastor. If this is his calling, I pray he sees it through. My ex has returned and… Read More

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