Posts with the tag “grace”

When I was a child, I was brought up in a divorced family and lived with my mother and stepdad. Though we were constantly busy, my mom would take me and my brother to a catholic church almost every Sunday. Yes, I believed in Jesus, but because I didn’t really have a great relationship with either my father or stepdad, I struggled to really understand, or even want to understand God. I don’t believ...  Read More

I was born and raised in Milwaukee and had a difficult time as a child cuz of ADHD and ODD.  When I was young there were no diagnoses for these behavioral disorders, which meant no treatments.  As these conditions got worse in my early teens I began to rebel and disrespect my father which led to me being placed in foster homes at the age of 13.  This meant going from being raised as a strict Bapti...  Read More

As the oldest daughter in my family, I was the first in many things. Perhaps the hardest was being the first to leave my father. He was not an agreeable man, unless, of course, you were agreeing with him.I was twenty-three, ready to leave for my first year of college. It was time for me to say good-bye. I went out into the backyard, looking for him. I found him, his face set like stone, staring ha...  Read More

How much did it take for me? I have said this to a diverse number of people, even my own family who continues in their paths of sin. I'll never forget the day that I simply said, "Lord Jesus, just take care of me." Three events took place before I would surrender.It all started with my Grandmother Lois, who rested in the Lord. It was she who took her three Grandchildren in tow to church. It would ...  Read More

The plane landed and my mask was completely drenched with tears and snot.  Before I boarded the two and a half hour flight from Charlotte to Madison I had called the CCU to check on my husband to see if he was still stable and if the CT showed anything new. The call had gotten disconnected, I was an absolute wreck.  My parents were there at the curb just as I walked outside.  Mom gave me a big hug...  Read More

My story is not one I particularly want to tell. It’s not one I like. Rife with drama, heartache and stupid decisions. Such is life I suppose.I grew up in a Christian home. Did the church-ey things like Sunday school and Awana. I accepted Christ young and got baptized in middle school. It didn’t become my own until high school when I made it my own. I was able to be in a small group that dove into...  Read More

I grew up in a church that was more interested in talking about hellfire and brimstone than anything else. They sure liked to highlight our depravity and unworthiness so much, but didn’t usually follow that up with the truth of the hope we had in Jesus. I remember a powerful turning point in my christian walk happened one Wednesday night at Bible Study.On this night, we were studying Romans. The H...  Read More