When a woman's near-death experience results in her meeting Jesus, it contradicts her beliefs about God, the afterlife, and life on Earth. The encounter changes her forever and brings with it an unexpected surprise.
'This must be it then. This is how I die.' Maria tries to outrun the tree hurtling towards her, but the rough terrain makes it impossible to escape. On 24 November 2017, Maria dies in a horrific accident while working with her husband on their farm in Queensland, Australia.
A devo
This memoir is of an Australian who began life as an Indian South African. It's a compelling story of life under Apartheid and a fraught journey to Australia in search of belonging and identity beyond the constraints of race, colour and class.
Childhood or wildhood?
This collection of stories begins with a young boy whose cleverness, ability, and determination are more in line with an adult rather than the curious-minded six-year-old that we are introduced to in the first story.
Normal was never to be a part of Marcel Pontbriand's life. Orphaned at the tender young age of 14 and with only pennies to his name, you'll read about how he took to the ice roads of Canada and met with fear, tragedy, and obstacles that only few could
Coming Home is a story of a young lady whose dreams were shattered when her sister sustained a traumatic head injury in a traffic accident. Upon finding faith Nyree learnt to endure many trials whilst embarking on new adventures.
The True Love Story of Charito & Lutz Ostwald
Charito's awake dream was surreal. The night was magical, and the music was romantic. The Vienna Waltz, Blue Danube, was captivating. It was almost thirty years ago, but in her heart and mind, it was only yesterday. Villa Colombo: September 16, 1990. She was visiting her best friend, Lyza, in Toronto, Canada. As she was getting ready for a ballroom dance with her friends, Susan and George, she slipped into a beautiful milky two-piece dress suit
The True Love Story of Charito & Lutz Ostwald
Charito's awake dream was surreal. The night was magical, and the music was romantic. The Vienna Waltz, Blue Danube, was captivating. It was almost thirty years ago, but in her heart and mind, it was only yesterday. Villa Colombo: September 16, 1990. She was visiting her best friend, Lyza, in Toronto, Canada. As she was getting ready for a ballroom dance with her friends, Susan and George, she slipped into a beautiful milky two-piece dress suit
As one of China's Net Reds, who has established many schools successively, Axe has a special love for literature and live video. He recorded his confusion, desire and pursuit in poetic language, and also told stories of his relatives and friends in detail. To understand China, we should first appreciate magic stories of grassroots--people like Axe.
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I'm Mamer Dau Thuch, the author of The Shadows of Wrath-Life Trials.
I was born in South Sudan, a country known both for its extensive resources and its dangerous civil wars.
Poor leadership has led to widespread fear in South Sudan.
Civil wars have killed millions since 1983 and have forced millions more to flee to neighbouring countries. Many more people have taken refuge in Europe, the United States, Canada, New Zealand, Australia, and other countries across the globe. In 1991, I myself f
A man encounters a painting for sale in a small town in British Columbia. He decides he cannot live without it, no matter what the cost. He buys it, and for the rest of his life the painting accompanies him, guides him, lives within him. The man is Donald Grayston, pilgrim, priest, and teacher and this is the story of his unfolding spiritual journey over a period of fifty years. The painting is an emblem of the quest for wisdom that lay at the heart of the story, but it is the story itself, tol
I picture us casting away the burdens of sorrow and regret until nothing remains but gratitude and forgiveness, which are pure and clear and utterly weightless, and our souls are so light we can fly. The saga is unbound by linear terms, and it's happening still, and it breathes within me, as real as my own pulse. For lack of a better term, I shall title it love. And it endures. - Cynthia Carbone Ward