Hiding under my bed—and finding God

I was hiding under my bed … again. It felt safe. It was like a secret shelter from the angry voices of my parents that filled me with fear. 

I was afraid they would get divorced. I didn’t know what would happen to us if they did. Would I be with my mom or with my dad? What about the others in my family? And where would my home be?

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