Matt Haviland

My name is Matt Haviland, and I am the father to a BEAUTIFUL little girl , whom I love with all of my heart. I grew up in a single parent family myself, living with my mom. I saw my dad on a somewhat regular basis, but never developed a strong bond with him, or spiritually …read the whole story.

Anonymous Single Mom

I am a single parent of 2 little girls. I had a very rough time in my teens and early 20’s and I am now doing what I can to be a good mother. I really hope and pray that they do not have to go through the things that I did. I have been searching for resources to help me help them. The books and conference from Grace Based Parenting Video Series have made me so much more confident in my parenting and knowing I can do it. Thank you. God bless!

Kasey Carr

I have Christ in Christmas for the first time in 23 years. Pregnant…not married…addicted to the drug Zantex and Ecstasy, I wallowed in my misery. “If only I could swallow one more pill,” I thought, “ I would find true happiness.” …read the whole story.

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Elsa Kok Colopy

Here I sit, in Okinawa, Japan, and the truth is I should hate being here. Years ago my mom was imprisoned by the Japanese. From 6 to 10 years old, she was held captive on the island of Indonesia. She suffered deeply through those horrific years and then into adulthood as she relived the trauma through flashbacks and nightmares. …read the whole story.

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As Told to Gail by Jessica

When I was brought up my childhood was great. I didn’t come from a broken home. My dad was a Baptist preacher and we were a God-fearing family. My family moved around a lot because my dad was a preacher, but when I was born we pretty much stayed in Florence, Alabama. When I was about thirteen my dad accepted a call to a church in Alexander City, Alabama. I was totally against it because I would be leaving my friends, but everyone said it wasn’t just God’s will for my parents but for me as well. I didn’t see it then, but I see it now. After we moved our old neighborhood turned into a place to buy drugs. My old friends were either dead, in jail/prison, or on drugs. I had no idea what happened to them and neither did their parents. To be honest I probably would have been one of them had we stayed. And if we had never moved I wouldn’t have had the opportunities to discover that I wanted a career in fashion. So God protected me from danger and helped me with my future. …read the whole story.

Jennifer Maggio

As the nurse left the room of the local, free health unit, tears began to roll down my face. My 17-year-old frame began to shake uncontrollably. The nurse confirmed that I was indeed pregnant. I was six months along, homeless, and alone. I had no money, no job, and no future. What would I do with a baby? Just a few months ago, I was Class President, Valedictorian, and on my way to a top-notch university with a full paid scholarship. Now, my life was over. And there was nothing I could do. …read the whole story.

Catherine

I met and married a Christian guy in college in California. Both of us were broken - I knew for sure Christ was the way to healing and he seemed to think so too. His family had immigrated from Czechoslovakia and we returned there and made our life together in Prague. When we did, he left faith behind and from the third year of our 17 year marriage he no longer would go to church, or consider God as a aspect of his life. … read the whole story.

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Mandy Singleton

My heart is racing the whole ride there. Short. Only 6 minutes maybe. I go to the door, my brow furrowed... "What is going on?" I scream inside my head. I knock quietly, with trepidation. He answers, beautiful as ever, looks at me with a look of what seems like disgust I will never forget and just turns back into the house, leaving the door open. Surprised and confused, I walk in to the large foyer. He sits down at the dining table. I slowly approach and take a seat. …read the whole story.

Luis Duarte

My mom got married when she was fifteen years old and she had a baby every two or three years, so by the time I was born she was 48 years old. And you can imagine the generational gap between my parents and me. As I was growing up I did not feel much love from my parents or from my siblings. …read the whole story.

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