TELL YOUR STORY
For there is great power in a story. A story has the ability to draw us in, then grip our heart and turn us until we are changed forever. ~ Daughters of Hope, by Kay Marshall Strom and Michele Rickett
Why tell your story?
In Micah 6:5, The Message Bible says, "Keep all God's salvation stories fresh and present."
Telling our stories opens the door for healing. When we try to keep things hidden and secret, the result is often shame and continued bondage. God has given each of us a story, no matter how beautiful or ugly it may seem at times, He wants us to share them so we and others may recognize His power to redeem and create beauty from ashes. Our pain can actually lead us to God's plans and hope for our future
These are not the stories of victims, these are victory stories! The true and powerful testimonies of women and men who remain committed to the fight, to persevere to the end, and be witnesses of how far God will go to rescue and redeem humanity.
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My mouth will tell about Your righteousness and Your salvation all day long. Psalm 71:15 (HCSB)
God rescued me from a childhood and background of considerable sexual dysfunction and various addictions. Around the age of 4, I was exposed to unhealthy sexual behaviors in my home that had a tremendous negative impact on my self-image and perceived role as a female. We were the quintessential military officer’s family where appearances meant everything, but underneath the lovely candy coating surface, things were anything but sweet. A Navy man, Dad spent a better part of his life onboard giant vessels of floating steel, eventually commanding several of them, a fact I feel proud of to this day. However, his journeys took him out to sea and ports of call around the world for up to eight months at a time. When at home, Dad’s temper often spewed over onto his family in raging fits of yelling, cussing and abuse; the consequence of his own tumultuous childhood as an orphan. None the less, I continued to crave, yet rarely received, what every girl longs for – the love and attention of her daddy. And like other girls, when I could not get it from my dad, I began to seek it elsewhere.
Read More of Jennie's Story
“I needed to be courageous, so I got drunk.”
“I needed to be important – so I had to make lots of money.”
“I needed to be accepted – so I became who others wanted me to be.”
“I needed to be loved – so I gave myself, mind, body and emotions, to anyone who paid attention; constantly in search of someone to love me. Exposed to drugs, alcohol, and porn at a very young age, I quickly learned how to get the attention from men I craved.”
Read More of Elicia's Story
I was seven years old when my mom passed away. My father re-married immediately to a woman from another country who barely spoke English. My father’s job required him to be out of town every few months, and he was desperate to have someone care for us in his absence.
This woman turned out to be very abusive physically, mentally, emotionally, and financially. She was jealous of us and withheld the most basic necessities from us. We were treated as servants and were not allowed to speak unless we were spoken to. We were abused daily, and by the time I was eight I had been exposed to pornography due to lack of supervision.
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The darkest years of my life began in 1989 while working as a DJ in a local adult entertainment night club. I made a lot of money and saw nothing wrong with what I was doing. Soon after being employed for about 6 months, I started dating a dancer named Brandi who I thought was the most beautiful out of all the dancers at the club. Together we started doing a drug called methamphetamine otherwise known as crystal meth. I tried it before but didn't like it because it burned my nose when snorting it. This time, however, was different ... we smoked it and I liked it. I was already smoking marijuana, a pack of cigarettes a day and drinking heavily. As time went on, our meth use increased dramatically and now we (Brandi and I) were unable to function without it. Our lives began spiraling out of control. She danced, I DJ'd and the money went to meth. We were hooked and couldn't stop. We tried to give it up a couple of times to no avail. This went on for 8 long years. The love of my life was slipping away because of our meth use and I wasn't doing anything about it. I knew within myself that if this went on any longer, we would not survive with our relationship or our lives. My body had already deteriorated and now I weighed about 125 lbs. This is what the industry leads to ... destruction!
Read More of Frank's Story
This week a weird thing happened. I went to the corner convenience store by my house. It was not that late in the evening, but late enough that it was very dark outside. In the brief time it took me to walk there and back, I got cat calls and sleezy stares from five separate men. I came home and I cried and cried and cried. I felt so dirty, so gross, so vulnerable, because in that moment I felt like a prostitute all over again. I was reliving a past trauma – the trauma of being sold for sex night after night.
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My dad died when I was four years old. He was an Air Force man, a student pilot, killed in a plane crash. The fully loaded cargo “Globemaster” crashed in a wooded area minutes after take-off, about four miles from the main runway – four men were seriously injured, and eighteen died, my dad among them.
He and my mom were married fifteen years when his life ended, and she did not remarry until I was around eleven. When I met my stepdad I was only six and I liked him – He took me to Father/Daughter Dinners with the Blue Birds, a Camp Fire Girl’s Club similar to the Brownies. Though I had numerous older stepbrothers and sisters, I felt disconnected from them, and more like a burden than a sibling. They had only recently lost their mom to cancer, and in their hurting, resented my mom and me. It was a lonely existence for me, especially when my mom went to work.
Read More of Bonnie's Story
I grew up in a Christian family, my extended family all went to the same church and I was very involved in drama and worship ministries as a child/youth. At 15 I felt a call to ministry and planned on going to seminary after college; I went to a small Christian college and studied Theatre in preparation for drama ministry. While in college, however, I walked away from God, and therefore my belief in my ministry calling. I stopped attending church regularly, I started dating and fell in love with a guy from a near-by school, and broke my promise to myself to wait until marriage to have sex. My senior year of college was a whirlwind, I was dealing with the breakup of a relationship I thought would last forever and had to decide what I really wanted out of life in time for graduate school applications. I didn't turn to God for help, instead I tried being a typical college student and partied with friends, even having casual sex to take my mind off of a really bad week.
Read More of Ashley's Story
Deep down I felt like an orphan inside, belonging nowhere. My mom was emotionally (and somewhat mentally) unavailable, my dad was in and out of jail doing heroine (and eventually died of an overdose), and I didn't have any active siblings in my life. I didn't feel like anyone really understood me. I felt like I was the parent (and spouse) to my mother who I had always lived alone with, who I fought with with constantly, almost every day for fifteen years. She never thought I was good enough and I was always walking on eggshells to please her, knowing it had never been enough to gain a meaningful relationship with her based on unconditional love. It was a deep depression that made me hit rock bottom and woke me up to the fact that I simply couldn't go on that way anymore.
Read More of Melissa's Story
“People look at the outward appearance, but the LORD looks at the heart.” 1 Samuel 16:7
He gives you a new heart and a new spirit. Ezekiel 36:26
He’s very close to you when your heart is breaking. Psalm 34:18
He brings joy to your heart. Psalm 19:8
He can give you the desires of your heart. Psalm 37:4
He formed your heart. Psalm 33:15
Read More of God's Story
I wrote this for my daughter on her 23rd birthday. Not only is it true for her, it is true for each and everyone of us!
Before you were born God already had a name for you … beloved, daughter, bride, princess. He was not caught off guard by the circumstances of your conception or the way you entered this world. He composed the song and choreographed the dance.
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