The Secret To Contentment by Nita Kuehn
Recently I was in jail. No, - I wasn’t in trouble, but others were. And because of a God-ordained opportunity, the ministry I oversee was invited to create a Freedom…
Faith Like A Mustard Seed by Diane Qubty
“Now faith is confidence in what we hope for and assurance about what we do not see.” Hebrews 11:1 “Never be afraid to trust your unknown future to a Known…
Flowers Remind Me of Grace by Shawnee McClure
Flowers have always reminded me of grace. A seed is planted, and then the Sun has to penetrate the soil, deep into the dark layers, as well as Living Water…
She Refuses To Keep Silent Knowing She Can Help by Gloria Toti
This entire month we have journeyed into the surreal path of pain for many in hopes of letting them know they are not forgotten. It was also our sincere desire…
Shoes For Drew by Sheri Friemel
Suicide has affected so many people, but there is nothing like listening to the heart of a mother as she speaks about being a survivor. I have known and loved…
Potter’s Wheel by Tina Gonzales
We come from different backgrounds and we have different stories, but no matter where we have been and what we have been through, we are loved by a God who never…
Invisible by Brianna Richardson
My name is Brianna. While obtaining my bachelor's in psychology, I studied suicide, and suicide prevention extensively. Even so, when I began to wrestle with suicidal thoughts my senior year…
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Hope in 3 Steps or Perfect Peonies by Deanna Duncan
Many years ago, I started my love affair with peonies. They just appeared so perfect--delicate, wispy and at the same time so lush. Let's not even get started on their…
Suicide Doesn’t Have To Be Next Step – Let’s Talk by Gloria Toti
For the month of September, we are going to invite you into the conversation of suicide prevention. When I hear that someone has chosen to put an end to their…
The Reckless Love of a Father By Denise Dietz
Years have passed. While my heart stirred with passion to tell the story of my father’s love for me, another voice drew me away saying, “Who are you? What makes…