Please Heal My Heart

Brokenhearted Girl Two days changed my life.  At the end of the first, I knew I was different… dirty different. Once again, my parents, four siblings, and I—the happy and helpful middle child—had just moved in response to military orders. My parents always

Don’t Need to Run Away Anymore

As a young child, I was a hard-working, exemplary student throughout elementary school and the beginning of middle school.  Once eighth grade started, I began to spend time with the wrong crowd.  I knew the stuff they did was wrong, but still I adopted their habits.  Smoking,

Healing after Rape

I was the first child and oldest daughter to loving parents, both committed to Jesus Christ. I could sense the joy and peace that surrounded me within our home. I did not I live a fairy tale existence; indeed some of my happiest memories as a very young child occurred during a time of extreme […]