In His Hand
From an early age, I sensed the hand of God on my life.
Living In Guyana, South America, with my missionary parents, I remember accepting Jesus into my heart as a five-year-old. That experience was very real to me.
Unfortunately, another memory from my early life is not so pleasant. One day in a grocery store, a man came and began molesting me. I ran outside and told my father, who dashed in to find the man. His search was unsuccessful; when he came out, he was very angry.
On the drive home, my father didn’t explain that he was angry with the other man, not me. "That must have been
- Patricia Lawrence
Silent no more
As long as I remember, I was different and in South Africa where I grew up, there is a myth: if you walk under a rainbow it will change your sex. I tried running under every rainbow I saw! My parents once admitted to me they had wanted a boy; when I came out as a girl, they often treated me as a boy. I wasn’t angry with this because I actually wanted to be a boy.
As a child, my parents fought a lot. My dad was easily angered. I was told I pushed my father away since I was four. Growing up, I always felt uneasy around men.
We attended church on Sundays. Our church didn’t teach
July 20, 2016 - Wilna van Beek