Sermons

Testimony: You Are Not Forgotten

Although I loved my father so much as a little girl, as an adolescent I never knew who or what was awaiting me at home. Would he be sober, or mostly sober? Or would he be drunk already?

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My Story

A Painful Existence My father was an alcoholic and abusive both physically and emotionally. I lived in a home where fear reigned. Although I loved my father so much as a little girl, as an adolescent I never knew

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Joy in All Seasons

Is it possible to cultivate joy when things go badly? Can we have joy that endures

Abide: We Are the Branches

  What does progress really look like in my spiritual maturity? Why does progress sometimes look like loss?