S.'s Story - My journey coming to God and the Pathway Home has been one miracle after another. I share my story only to honor what God has done.

When I recently looked at some photos of my childhood, I saw lots of smiles and what seemed to be happy times. I actually could not connect with that little girl.  The memories are lost to me.  I am an only child, both my parents worked, and I would stay at my grandparent’s house after school.

As best I can remember, my story started its downward spiral when I was about 10 years old. Every Sunday was my family’s get-together at my mother’s parents’ house. My memaw was very meek and loving. Our family was the most important thing to her. She always loved spending time with us. My granddad, retired from the military and a newspaper, was very stern and a little scary. He started sexually abusing me around age 10. I don’t remember exactly when, but from that moment, I was the most insecure and angry kid on the planet. But I kept silent because what was I going to say

Our family was not big on failure... (click to read the rest of S.'s story)

V.'s Story - It was a typical afternoon as she rolled over sluggish from the previous night’s activities with a throbbing headache and her work clothes still on. The smell of stale cigarettes loomed on every article of fabric nearby, lingered throughout her hair, and tainted the aroma of her skin. An unpleasant reminder when she woke, that her life reeked of bad habits. Out of the corner of her eye, a glimpse of last nights sloppy fun was uncovered as she leaned over the side of her bed. The wine bottle was grabbed when staggering in from a night of shots, beer, and drugs, the bottle not making it safely to its desired destination. Her sheets now had grape stained tie dyed splotches as a permanent reminder that she passed out holding purple booze.
 

Eyes swollen and bloodshot she is squinting through eye slits just barely strong enough to open from exhaustion in search of the remote. The remote would be the means of any entertainment on any typical afternoon hangover. (click to read the rest of V's story)