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Your story hits very close to home. As a small, fear full, immigrant boy I was a disappointment to my parents and teachers. I felt my prospects were slim to none. My only relief was alcohol and drugs. I finally fell exhausted and defeated at the feet of the Hound of Heaven. I’m weeping even now as I remember that rescue. What could He possibly do with this piece of junk? Like the demoniac of the tombs of Gerasene (my favorite story), I now sit , clothed and in my right mind, at the feet of Jesus. God doesn’t own a clock, so while others retire I was ordained into service in the Anglican Church. God has sent me to places I would never have thought to go, but fear is just some of the raw material He uses to build anew. And I too now have friends, with intimacy that makes me tremble, because it pierces my lifelong “defense” systems. And my story isn’t over yet! What can separate us from the love of God? Not a thing!

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Hearing loss affected many in my mother’s family including me. I first realized it. when I started school . It was post lingual so I could speak well, but was missing some. Of course, I always felt different, awkward and left out. However I kept going and trusting. By college, I wanted to be a nurse . I really wondered if I would even get accepted to nursing school. The interview went well—I confided my concerns to the school. I was accepted!

It opened up a ministry of serving and learning. Only because of faith leading me on.

Today I have an added blessing. My cochlear implant has helped me feel almost normal in conversation! I am so grateful! God blesses.

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