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Sunday School saved me
When I was a teenager, my mother passed on and my father remarried. Adjusting to this was very difficult for me, and I descended into depression. The problem was not diagnosed, as it rarely was in those days, but I struggled with a great sadness that led to reckless behavior.
Living in a large cosmopolitan city, I found many opportunities to put myself in harm’s way. Nights often found me wandering alone, and it was easy to get lost in the city and meet people who would take advantage of a lonely girl. I frequently engaged in conversation with strangers and allowed myself to be taken to locations that were secluded and unsafe. More often than I care to recall, I put myself in dangerous situations, basically asking, waiting, for something to happen.

April 24, 2017 issue
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From the readers
Margee Lyon, Dawn Bresson
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Seeking and finding true worth
Heidi K. Van Patten
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No disability, only ability, in God’s creation
Andrew Wilson
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The ‘chain-breaking’ Truth
Heather Bauer
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Sunday School saved me
Katherine Ellis
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Gratitude for every bit of good
Wendy Wylie Winegar
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When life seems hard
Jenny Sawyer
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Alarming physical conditions cease
Kathrine Rockne-Truxall
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Growth disappears
Nancy Cobetto
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Happiness restored
Debby Hoge
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If God be for us, who can be against us?
Photograph by Martha Moyle
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For young or old, the 21st-century workplace is a challenge
The <i>Monitor’s</i> Editorial Board
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Balance begins with God
Allison J. Rose-Sonnesyn
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Alertness on the frontline
Tony Lobl