The sheer sound of people singing full of hope hit me like a wave.

A young woman stood up and bravely shared her "coming out" story.

When my elderly father was dying, he needed constant care from me.

Next to the giant trees, our mouths opened wide in awe whispering “wow!”

Sitting across from my district manager, he told me I was being let go.

My surgery required 2 weeks of bed rest. And I don't like to ask for help.

I scooped up some of the blue glacier water and it glowed in the jar!

Didn’t think I wanted kids. Afraid of damaging another human being.

Everything I worked for seemed to crash down. A very dark time.

Tears ran down my face as I acknowledged God’s goodness.

A person in my life seemed to be against me at every turn.

After nearly two decades in the military, I thought I knew my purpose.

Reconnecting with my dad after many years brought angst and fear.

My son was going through spiritual darkness. I felt helpless.

I didn’t have enough money to cover my monthly expenses.

I fought back tears so my son wouldn’t see my brokenness.

The wind was so loud we had to yell. Rescue was impossible.

I was mesmerized by bees flying around the newly bloomed lavender.

A mother was killed in an auto accident. My wife and I took in her children.

I desperately needed to rest. But how could I take a break with no income?