I grew up a bit different than most. My Mom married and divorced nine times, and my Dad three. Everyone I knew, and every home I stayed at, was temporary. One day they were your family, and the next day, your enemy. I don't even remember all their names, and many of them never bothered to learn mine. If you have been wounded by the pain in your life, Listen to the message today for a word of hope! This is taken from my book Forty Days of Faith.