This article shares a personal story of how faith and prayer helped me navigate through a challenging period in my marriage. It highlights the importance of turning to God in times of trouble and finding strength through spirituality.
Kamila noticed a significant change in her mother and almost fell into despair trying to help her. This is the story of how she found strength and hope through faith and prayer.
A personal story of how faith and prayer helped us navigate a challenging situation with my mother-in-law and keep our new apartment.
There’s one story in our lives that always brings a bittersweet smile when we recall it. Moreover, Leah, Piper’s mother, has long since stopped taking offense, but the memory lingers with a touch of sadness.
A heartfelt story of how I found the strength to apologize to my daughter-in-law, Natalie, for my harsh behavior, with the help of God and prayer.
At 57, I can’t understand why I can’t get married. I have a fiancé, a home, and even some savings. Why did I have to put in so much effort?
A personal story of how faith and prayer provided guidance and strength during a challenging family situation involving a granddaughter’s emotional struggles.
Grandpa isn’t a mean old man. As for me, I consider myself a kind and understanding person… but it’s incredibly tough… My grandpa is 94 years old, and two years ago, he fell and suffered a compression fracture in his spine. He was bedridden for months, and although he can walk again, the journey has been anything but easy. I’m not yet ready to share my full experience of caring for him
Camila and I were once inseparable. We attended the same school and spent countless hours together. But she isn’t my sister—she’s my cousin. As time passed, our relationship strained under the weight of expectations and entitlement, leading to an uncomfortable family revelation.
How a wedding day conflict was resolved through faith and prayer.
I am a single mother raising two sons. We live in a small two-bedroom apartment. It’s incredibly challenging to support myself and my two children. My parents help out a bit, but it’s still not enough.
Willow is three years older than me. Growing up, Willow and I were never close, always competing to see who was better at everything. After our parents passed away, Willow refused her share of the family home. Seven years later, she demanded I pay her back with substantial interest.
