Learning to Love in a Toxic Relationship

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It was my worst nightmare. The phone call that my mom was in jail and I needed to bail her out. I knew she wasn’t completely innocent. On the ride home, the jabs started right away. I didn’t know how to love my mother, much less lovingly support her as I bailed her out of jail and brought her home to live with me.

3 Tips to Resolve Family Conflicts

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As I write these words, the dust has just settled from some weekend conflict with family. Don’t get me wrong—my family and I love each other very much, and we all want the best for one another. It’s just that at some moments, pride takes over my heart—and more than wanting family unity, I want my own way. On this particular weekend, I felt that I could do things better than my father.

When I Can't Let Go of My Hurt

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I was mid-conversation with my mom when she dropped the latest story on me. I had thought we had passed the phase of accusations. I had thought that it’d been long enough that my grandmother would want to let go of whatever she was harboring against me.

Do You Need Hope for Your Family?

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I have been a Christian for 11 years, and was the first in my family to come to Christ. By God’s grace, my mom and sister came to know the Lord a year after me. About a year ago, my brother also came to the Lord thanks to the efforts and prayers of his colleagues.

Rejection Drove Me in the Right Direction

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As the youngest child, I’m often teased and called the little princess of the family. But the truth is that when I was growing up, it was often difficult for me to get my mother’s attention.

When We Found Out Our Baby Had A Heart Defect

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When we first found out that our son had ventricle septal defect (VSD), we did not think much of it. Many children are born with holes in their heart, and many of these close over time. But by the third week, it was evident something was not right with our son, N.

When Family Conflicts Turned Us Into Enemies

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Four years ago, I was staying with my husband’s family. I was a new mom to a baby boy, and there were many things I had to learn. My in-laws, naturally, kept a close watch on their grandson. They would often correct me on how to carry the baby or hold his milk bottle. As a perfectionist, I hated being corrected. But at the same time, I felt pressured to perform well, even when I was tired.

I Was Abused: My Journey Towards Forgiveness

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For as long as I lived with my parents, they abused me physically and mentally. They decided where l went, what l did, and with whom l spoke to. Depending on their whims, they would either lavish me with generosity or violently beat me in the name of discipline.

The Baby Who Wasn’t Meant to Be

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“We are going to have a baby!” My husband and I couldn’t contain our excitement that night as we told our two children I was expecting.