I had my first major surgery at 15. After decades of dealing with double rotational scoliosis, I’d had three major surgeries and many years of dealing with pain and discomfort. However, things were at a manageable level and I was able to live my life. My husband and I had
I lost everything. In a matter of a few months, I lost my job, my apartment, and my car completely broke down. My three children and I were effectively homeless. In the midst of this, I had also committed to a two-week-long mission trip on the other side of the
I joyfully embrace my Italian heritage! Scrumptious food, fun, super-relational people, beautiful art, culture, and typically a deep love for God. Though I didn’t come to know Christ as Savior until I was a teenager, I always loved Jesus. One of my distant ancestors is highly acclaimed in Acts 10.
But Peter sent them all outside, knelt down, and prayed. Turning to the body, he said, “Tabitha, get up.” Then she opened her eyes, and when she saw Peter, she sat up (Acts 9:40). Five years ago, I was about to board a plane back to the United States, when
God multiplies our big leaps of faith into wide tides for His kingdom, pulling more into His embrace. God does not show us the full picture when we say yes to Him, but His promises never fail to come to fruition. And they come bearing multitudes of fruit. Helen PQuadros
During my life, I have faced many trials. Each challenge has formed who I am today. Some would say that I have every right to be bitter, but carrying that anger with me has kept a focus on the past and hindered me from the path God has laid before
This has been the most amazing study. To find out how much God loves me and how deep His forgiveness for me goes is overwhelming. Daily I was blown away from the Scriptures that we read. I realized through this study, the intensity of love my Heavenly Father has for
In January 2016 I committed to completing a one-year daily bible reading plan. Within three weeks I had fallen off the wagon. So much was in transition in my life. Let me explain: In October 2015 I quit my job. I had been working as a director of a non-profit
It’s been forty-one years since those bully boys stole my body, mind, and bits and pieces of my shattered soul. They posed as interested neighbors, ready to help my ancient babysitter. They’d take me off her hands, lessen her load. Which is strange if you knew me back then. I wasn’t
Seven years ago, life was a mess. My husband, Ari, grew up Jewish, and declared he didn’t believe in God anymore. I was a Christian—and a very imperfect one at that. We were constantly at odds with each other. I couldn’t have a Bible in the house without starting a