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I've known dysfunction since I was a little girl. My mother was a loving, devoted Christian, but my father was a man haunted by his own scars, and those scars often filled our house with chaos. When I was four, I gave my life to Jesus, and I'm grateful because if He hadn't become a part of my life at an early age then I wouldn't be here. My father didn't want me-he told me so. He made me feel unloved and worthless. Later in my teen years, things got worse: More chaos! My...
