A Father’s Love by Jessica Baker

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I did not grow up in a Christian home. Love was just a word. Love was telling your only child that she was not good enough. Fat. Worthless. Would never amount to anything. A mistake. In the way. I could go and on. There was never anything good about love in my childhood. My father would threaten anyone who knocked …

Slavery in Stages

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No addict expects to become an addict. When I began drinking alcohol at age fifteen, I didn’t think, “I’m going to get drunk every day and hide bottles in my bedroom.” But by nineteen, I was hooked and could have easily ruined the rest of my life—if Jesus hadn’t rescued me. Addictions are sneaky. They begin with fun—sometimes even good …