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Nate’s Story of Hope

Nate’s Story of Hope

Sweaty and thirsty from my newspaper route, I propped my bike against the front of the building and went inside. The neighborhood grocery was air-conditioned, making it one of the only cool places in town. I selected a grape soda from the pop machine and a Baby Ruth...
Mark’s Story of Hope

Mark’s Story of Hope

I grew up in a family of prestige because my father was a significant figure in our city. We lived on over one hundred acres, raised cattle, and had a pool and a tennis court. My father grew up on a farm outside of town, made it through graduate school, was asked to...
Rachel’s Story of Hope

Rachel’s Story of Hope

It was a hellish decade. That’s the only way to describe living in a godless marriage, being in deep denial of my own multitude of issues, and watching my husband’s life unravel at the seams from addiction. Oh, and being in denial about that too. I didn’t know...
Greg’s Story of Hope

Greg’s Story of Hope

I was born in the Midwest on my own father’s birthday. He was a physician completing his residency training. My mom was a nurse and the daughter of missionaries. My parents were married during their medical training. Both had dreams of becoming medical missionaries,...