Stories by Frieda McRae

Hope & Healing

The Magnificent Ship

I wonder, India, how are you doing in the midst of so much pain and big loss? Children who hadn’t...

Hope on Flower Mountain

India, how are you doing in the midst of so much pain and big loss? Your magnificent ship is barely floating...

Touch the Feet

At the last curtain call, long applause resounded and the annual school program came to an end. Former students faithfully...

Wednesday Changed my Life

I was eleven and told everyone I'd be starting an orphanage in India. Who'd believe an eleven-year-old? Skeptics added coals to my fire...

Come Away with Me

He's the crying Lord and with painful compassion, keeps tears in His wineskin for healing the nations...

India Cry – May 2021

Our land is crying, smothered with heavy darkness; how long do we live in fear?...

Ironically Broken

My little boat was far from home across a vast ocean. Helpless? Yes! Unhappy? Not at all! Life hung in limbo, perched precariously somewhere between dreams and truth. Life was picking up speed and...

The Depth of Humble

I sent the story draft again and again to Anna’s sisters who were top-notch school teachers. Her sisters meticulously read my story and edited it methodically —like proper teachers grading an exam...

The Sacrificial Love of the Yabadabadoo Man

And so, after all the wonderful sacrificial love, and the tenderness and brokenness which I’ve described exhibited in my dad, this live gig recording reveals the truth; he was also, undoubtedly human...
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