Christian Domestic Discipline Churches Novelas e Histórias

The anger that had filled the car was gone now, replaced by something far more painful — fear. Three schools. Three suspensions. Three chances wasted. She closed her eyes and exhaled slowly. Discipline had not worked. Warnings had not worked. Prayer alone, it seemed, had not worked either. Her gaze drifted to the framed family photograph on the wall — one taken years ago, before Christiana’s father disappeared from their lives. Back when Christiana still smiled without defiance in her eyes. “She needs structure,” her mother whispered to herself. “She needs somewhere strict… somewhere holy.”

yeah, but we just had to say it. Back home in the United States, mama and I never really did much of the church thing. Mama was quite a nice person, but she was never the religious type. She had a strong hatred for Christian churches and blamed all of them for so much hypocrisy and so she would rather stay at home, hoping God himself would call on her in person. During her young and lonely dark days, a reverend father, raped her once and she escaped been sexually assaulted twice by the so-called clergies.

And right now, I am not sure where I got the courage, but I couldn't help myself when Dominic was losing against Stella when I could help him in winning it. Everyone's eyes were on my phone when I opened the list of the audio and played them one by one where Christian was telling how brutally his mother used to beat and punish him cruelly without considering that he is still a baby and that this could have a deep impact on his mind and his soft heart which could push not only his present but also his future in the dark.