Couples Counseling

Marriage Counseling

Women's Issues

Individual Counseling

Substance Abuse

Family Counseling

How Can I Help?

Your Name (required)

Your Email (required)


Your Message

Helping People in
Ahwatukee Az,
Tempe Az
Scottsdale Az
Chandler Az
Phoenix Az
Gilbert Az



Hello everyone,

I am hoping that you all are doing very well today – and that your life is moving along in a steady and smooth manner.

It has gotten my attention, that many of our lives do not move along in a steady and smooth manner, and that so many of us are saddened by this, and very troubled. It has been a concern for years, ever since I can remember, even as a young child, to see so much sadness and suffering.

Although this topic has not been shared previously on this website, the time has come for it to be discussed. The website is entitled “bridging East and West” and that is what this post will be focused on.

Let me begin by saying that it would be best to read this with an open mind, and with as little prejudice as possible – simply hearing what is said, then taking the time to think about it. That would cause the least amount of discord, and give everyone time to digest the words, and to try to make them sensible.

In the past, many posts were based on the foundation of the Christian faith, of which I was raised, and took part in for 30+ years. It is the foundation of my core self – and a cherished part of my life. I would not be the person today if it were not for the foundation of Christianity- and I am grateful. However, along my journey I found that, for me, there is more depth to this Christianity than would be appreciated if it was discussed at a meeting or at church. The depth is where I needed to seek where my soul was leading me – and it could not remain within the confines of a belief system, even though I cherish it so very much.

At age 18 I began a practice of meditation and energization exercises which I learned from the Self Realization Fellowship organization – of which I have been a part of all my life since that time. As the quest for knowledge deepened, these teachings showed me the link between Christianity and Eastern beliefs, such as Yoga and meditation. These teachings are what led me to the deeper understanding of Christianity which I sought, and found, with great joy.

So, with this being said, and in order to remain fully transparent, it must be known that my heart is latched onto the belief that the inherent truths of God and our reality are to be found deep within ourselves, after our minds have digested the words of information gleened from Christianity- and the Bible. Look within, be still as it says in the bible, and listen. Hear what is within your still heart. Ask questions and listen as you begin to feel stirrings within your heart- as the spirit of God answers you.

Then, you will be on the path to finding the way to solve the sadness and the lack of smoothness in your own very life. God lies within you, in your spirit, your true nature, as we are all His children, and therefore are truly made in His image. Seek that for yourself. Find out what that truly means. Then follow your heart – and be led by love.

I Am Revealed: Behind the Ashram Door

I Am Revealed: Behind the Ashram Door Paperback – August 13, 2016

Top Customer Reviews

on November 7, 2016
Format: Paperback
The author draws you into her conversation she is having with her daughters who are the voice of reason. They make comments that the reader would be thinking and wondering about. It keeps the reader involved in the flow of the conversation and makes you want to know more about what life is like inside a cult. It really takes the reader inside the workings of the cult, and answers a lot of questions about why and how a person could and would get involved. I laughed at some of the comments made by the author’s daughter, Mahlia, and I also cried when the author gets overwhelmed with emotion. I felt like I was inside the cult and inside the ashram while I was getting to know the author, her two daughters and their loving relationship.
Comment|Was this review helpful to you?YesNoReport abuse
on November 6, 2016
Format: Paperback
This is a riveting account of the cult phenomenon of the 1970’s. The author engages in a conversation with her daughters in a unique and creative way to tell her story. Her story describes the effects of mind control and manipulation. The author details her struggle with coming to terms with her faith. This is a must read for anyone who has had a similar experience, knows someone who has had a similar experience, or anyone who struggles with coming to terms with their faith.

5.0 out of 5 stars 2 customer reviews


Testimony about Victoria Rodney MA of Christ Cares For You Ministries, Inc.


Testimonial  July 16, 2016

Victoria Rodney is a professional and supportive person with strong integrity.  I have known Victoria for about seven years.  She is a model for caring and compassion.

When she listens, she really listens and I feel heard and cared for.  Her level of professionalism creates a safe non-judgmental environment for sharing of the deepest feelings and concerns.

Victoria has a heart of gold and will help you through your challenges.

Deborah Kay, LMT

Transformational Healing Therapies


Child and Family Resources – Helping Young Mom’s Succeed

Yesterday I had the pleasure of meeting with Phoenix, Child and Family Resources’ Development Officer, Laine Seaton, CFRE.  We met at the coffee area of Changing Hands on 3rd Avenue and Camelback in Phoenix, AZ.  

Had I known the meeting would be so monumental I would have brought along flowers and balloons!!!  Laine was a shining light in the darkness and a hope in the worlds of young and single mothers as she shared about the MCAP program – available through Child and Family Resources.   There are several other programs available through this organization – and I have attached a link for you to become familiar with a video spot produced on December 4, 2015 by Channel 3 TV here in Arizona.   I encourage you to look at Laine Seaton, CFRE business site and the website for Child and Family Resources. 




Serenity Prayer Power Group

Serenity Prayer Power Group

 Support For Family members of children with  Department of Child Safety Involvement

 A spiritually based empowerment and support group to assist families in problem solving with all of the various issues related to having a child within the DCS system.  Dealing with the DCS system, advocating for the child’s best interest, understanding the roles of the case managers, guardian ad litem and legal representatives, and help and support for family issues and practical problems will be addressed.  People of ALL faiths or Spiritual/Cultural background are welcome.

     My heart for sharing with this group comes from my current experience of having a grandchild in DCS legal custody and successfully advocating for him. I have ten years experience as a social worker to benefit those attending the group. 

     The group will meet weekly at the Interfaith CommUNITY Spiritual Center, 952 East Baseline in Mesa at 1:00 pm Sundays, starting November 22nd, 2015.  A suggested love offering of ten dollars is requested but not required, we do not want anyone not coming because of finances.

Please contact me if you will need childcare during the meeting or have any other questions.  Individual advocate services are also available.

Heidi Miller at 480-336-0279 or e-mail heidijean1958@yahoo.com

Debby’s Story – by Heidi Miller

Debby’s Story

God’s Answer to an Abused Black Woman’s Prayer

I received a phone call at five in the morning, a request for a rape crisis volunteer at the county hospital.  I was doing the midnight to six shift for the sexual abuse hotline, and had handled several calls during the night, but this was the first one for a hospital volunteer.  I had also been sorting through a bunch of my personal papers in between calls, and to my dismay I discovered I had lost the phone list of the volunteers to call to send out on the visit. 

  I looked frantically through the papers, feeling an unusually strong sense of urgency.  I racked my brain for someone I could call, and meanwhile woke up my husband and oldest daughter to help look for the phone list, all to no avail.  At five thirty a.m. I looked at my husband and said “I’m going to have to go out on this one myself, we have a one hour commitment time for the volunteer to go out to the hospital, even if I got a hold of someone else they would not have enough time.”  I got ready and at five forty five left the house, knowing that the phone shift would turn over at six and the next volunteer would take over.

     I drove as fast as I could to the County Hospital, parked my van and walked in, announcing to the first person who’s attention I caught that I was the rape crisis volunteer.  A young black intern came up to me and asked me to follow him.  As we walked, he said that he thought he had been able to establish some rapport with the client, and mentioned that he was Christian.  We walked into the room and he introduced me to Debby and left.

     She was a thirty eight year old black woman, shabbily dressed and looking frightened.  She told me that she was a prostitute, and that when she tried to get out of the business that her pimp had arranged for her to be gang raped and had threatened her life.  She told me that she had prayed to God about what to do and that God told her if she reported the rape and went to the county hospital that someone would give her forty dollars so that she could buy a bus ticket and get out of town. 

     She said that she had told the white police officer about it and that he told her no one would pay her forty dollars, in fact no one would even pay her twenty dollars.  Debby said he told her she was nothing but a filthy stinking whore.  Then he told her he would pay her twenty dollars if she —- — —-. (An oral sex act).  She told him that she was going to report him for what he was saying and he replied, “I wear a badge bitch.  No one is going to believe you.” He also told her that she would be out on the streets by that night, and he would be able to get her then.  Then Debby reported that when they were in the hospital room she asked him if he was going to repeat those things in front of the rape crisis volunteer, and said the volunteer would be arriving soon.  The police officer then left shortly after she said that.  I asked her if she had his badge number and name, and she showed me that she had written them down.  I told her that I believed her, and would report him.  Debby said she was afraid of him.  She showed me a list of the shelters that the hospital social worker had called, and told me there was no room available anywhere.  Then I asked her if there was anything else she needed to tell me.

     “Well, I’m a murderess,” she said. 

    “How’s that?” I queried?

     “Well when I was five years old my daddy raped me.  And he kept doing it and when I tried to tell my momma about it, she either said I was lying or blamed me for causing trouble.  Our family was real religious, we got several ministers in it.  Anyway when I was ten and a half I put poison in my daddy’s food, and he died.  The authorities investigated and declined to press charges, by my momma said I was a murderess and was going to go to hell.”

     “Sounds like justifiable homicide to me” I observed.

     “My momma said it was my fault and I would burn in hell.”

    “Your mom was wrong.” I stated.

     Debby looked at me for a moment with a frown on her face, then smiled and said, My grandma always said it wasn’t my fault.  She is a retired minister up in Flagstaff.  My two kids are living with her.”

     I then asked her if there was anything else she needed to talk about. 

     Do you know about Father Ritter? she asked.

     Yes, I know about Father Ritter, I said.  And I really did know about Father Ritter.  I had read his book, “Sometimes God has a kid’s face”, telling the story about how he started Covenant House, shelters for runaway teens. I also had read the book about his downfall, he had been removed from his position for sexually abusing teens.

     “Well, Debby said, I believe in forgiveness and all that, and I think he was sick and needed help.  I think they could have kept him in his position and just gotten him help.  But when I was a teenager and I ran away from home I spent some time at Covenant House and he had sex with me.”

     I told her that I believed in the principle of forgiveness too, but that he did need to be removed from his position, that what he had done was a violation of trust and that was sexual abuse, and that any kids that were left around him would have been in danger of being abused.

    “Well I don’t understand about God and how all this is fair,” Debby said.  She then told me how once she was going to get out of the prostitution business before and she started going to a church, and she thought the minister was really nice and the people too.   Then she found out that the minister had gone downtown and bought the services of one of her friends and had sex with her in his car, and she quit going out to church.  She told me about other religious men who frequented prostitutes, and the business men and even the police, all the pillars of the community.  Meanwhile, the prostitutes got treated like scum of the earth and looked down on.  She showed me a big gouge in her thigh where she said a police officer had shot her, and other scars from her pimp.  And she wanted to know where was a just God in all this. 

     I looked at her and said, “You know what the scripture says.  Not every one that saith unto me, Lord, Lord, will enter into the kingdom of heaven: but he that doeth the will of my father which is in heaven.  Many will say unto me in that day, Lord, have we not prophesied in thy name, and cast out devils? And in thy name done many wonderful works? And then I will say unto them, I never knew you, depart from me, ye that work iniquity. *see notes

     I told her that I thought those men who engaged in sexual abuse and assault, those men that used prostitutes and despised them, definitely were guilty of iniquity in my opinion, and that there was probably going to be a lot of surprises come judgment day.  I reminded her that the Savior said “in as much as ye so it unto the least of these my brethren, ye do it unto me, so that meant that the treatment she had received was also done to the Savior.  I also pointed out that the Savior said whosoever offend one of these little ones which believe in me, it were better that a millstone were hanged around his neck and that he were drowned in the depths of the sea.  In another place He said it would be better for him if he had never been born.  I told her I though one of the worse offenses against a child had to be sexual assault, and it was even worse when the man doing it violated a sacred trust as her father. 

     She then seemed to change the subject and started talking about herself, how she had tried to help people out, had given someone food or a place to stay, and then I realized she was concerned about how God would view her. 

     I told her that loving others and loving God was the acid test come judgment day according to the Savior.  That when he divided the sheep from the goats, it was what you had done to others that mattered, it showed where your heart was, and from what she was telling me, it sounded like she was in with the sheep. 

      She looked at me in astonishment and exclaimed, but I’m a prostitute!

      I replied, show me anywhere in the New Testament where the Savior is critical of a prostitute.

      She sat and thought and then said, “Well I remember about the woman caught in adultery, but you’re right, he wasn’t critical of her.  In fact he told the people gathered that he that was without sin should cast the first stone.”

    “Not only that but after they all left he told her” neither do I condemn thee, go and sin no more.”  He wasn’t critical of her.  Who was he critical of?” I asked her.

     “Well, I don’t know,” Debby replied.

    “ He was critical of the scribes and Pharisees, the Saducees, the religious leaders of the day and the rich men of power that were hypocrites.  He said that they were like whited sepulchers, outwardly appearing righteous, and inside full of iniquity.”

     It was about then that a blonde nurse came in asking if we were ready to start the forensic exam.  She had Debby lay down on the table, and taking a comb began yanking it through her pubic hair. 

     “Ow, Ow, that hurts,” Debby cried out.  I looked at the nurse and asked if Debby could comb the pubic hairs out herself.  The nurse replied that she was the one that would have to be a witness on the witness stand.  I pointed out that whether she combed it herself or watched someone do it, she qualified as a witness.  The nurse handed the comb to Debby who carefully and gently began combing out a few hairs at a time.  The nurse impatiently grabbed the comb back and stuffing the few hairs into an evidence envelope stated, “Well, if there isn’t enough evidence here it’s not my fault.”    The nurse then took a pair of scissors and pulling on Debby’s pubic hair began cutting a hank off.  Sensing that Debby was reaching her limits, I asked the nurse if I could talk to her outside for a minute.  Debby did not want me to leave her alone at all, and I reassured her I would be coming back, look I am leaving my purse and my keys and I promise I will be back in just a minute.  The nurse and I went out into the hall and I told the nurse that I thought we needed to be careful in how we treated this client, because I thought she was MPD.  *(see notes.)  “What’s that?” the nurse wanted to know.  “Multiple personality disorder” I replied.  Rolling her eyes the nurse commented “Looney Toons” and walked off. 

     I walked down the hall and talked to a doctor.  He told me he didn’t see much point in finishing the forensic exam as the case would never go to court anyway.  She had been living with the guy for and been beaten up by him for several years, and the police officer had already left. 

     I thought to myself, yeah she was what they call a bad victim, black, a prostitute, and the pimp she was living with was one of her assailants.  I could just picture how that would go over in court.  I told the doctor I understood what he was saying, and quickly reviewing the situation came to a decision.  I walked back into the hospital room where Debby was waiting and said to her.  “Look, if you want to prosecute this case you’re going to have to go through a pelvic exam and these other procedures and it may not go to court anyway.  “you can stay here or you can go home, which do you want it to be?

     Debby had had enough of hospital care, she said “I want to go home”.  I walked back out to the doctor and said that she didn’t want to press charges and she wanted to leave.  The doctor said she would have to sign herself out and went with me to ask Debby if the hospital could at least address her medical needs.  Debby was having no more of the hospital by this point, she said she would see a doctor later that day.  The doctor hurriedly got the paperwork while she dressed and she signed herself out.  We went out to my van and started driving back to my house via the freeway. 

      On a part of the freeway that had no grass shoulder area I noticed a truck that was disabled and a man trying to fix it.  Farther down the road was a lady with two little boys waling along the freeway. To top it off, each little boy was carrying a puppy in his arms.  I sighed inwardly and pulled over, it really wasn’t safe for them to be walking along the freeway like that.  I asked the mother if I could give them a ride somewhere.  She looked at me and she looked at my passenger and she hesitated.  Debby began telling her that it was safe for her to get a ride with me and we would help her out, and then shifting into a childlike personality, told her in all sincerity that I was her momma, and that we would take care of her problem, and she and her kids could ride with her momma and her to where they needed to go.

    By this time I had been up all night, and it was around nine thirty in the morning and I was just functioning on a basic level.  I looked at the woman and asked if she wanted a ride or not, and when she said no, I then asked her if there was someone I could call that could help her ( this was BCP, before cell phones) and she gave me a phone number and we drove off.  It did not dawn on me until much later what it must have looked like to the mother standing on the side of the road.  Here is a thirty six year old white woman driving a van with a thirty eight year old black woman passenger that is claiming in a childlike voice that this was her momma.  No wonder the woman declined the ride. 

     Debby was then commenting that she was thirsty and could we stop at a Circle K and get a soda.  I explained to her there was a good cheap place to get sodas a block from my home, and we could stop there.  We pulled up in front of the M&M market and I took a dollar out of my purse and gave it to her, and we went in and both got sodas and she paid for them.  I said hi to the clerk that I knew and then we went to my house. 

     I introduced Debby to my kids.  She was especially interested in my half black granddaughter, exclaiming how cute she was.

     Debby wanted to take a bath so I got a bottle of Irish Spring liquid soap and gave it to her and while she took her bath I called the number and told the person on the other line about the lady and her two boys that needed a ride.  When Debby came out of the bathroom she was commenting how good it felt to be clean and I noticed that she had used the whole bottle of Irish Spring soap.  I had also noticed that her shoes were basically worthless so I brought out a pair of mine and she tried them on and they fit.  She asked if I had some clothes that she could have so that she had something decent to go home in so I brought her into my bedroom  and gave her some underwear and helped her pick out a shirt and jeans.  Looking at the closet of clothes she commented that I must be rich, but I explained to her that I bought most of them at thrift stores and some of them had been given to me.  I had only bought a very few things new at a regular store, I had to be careful with my money.  She then commented that it was nice people liked me and gave me clothes.  She didn’t particularly like my taste in clothes and my oldest daughter let her have an outfit from her closet to change in to that was much more to her taste. 

     I told her it was time to go to the bus stop.  Her face crumpling like a child’s, she picked up my wallet and with tears in her eyes pointed out that I had no money in it.  I explained to her that I needed to go to the bank, and we put her newly acquired clothes in a bag.  I asked her if he wanted her old clothes and she said no, she wanted to start a new life and leave the old clothes behind. 

     As we were driving away she commented that my younger daughter had been caught trying to sneak something out of my older daughter’s room and that if you steal you should have your fingers cut off.  I told her not in my house, that was way too severe.  She told me that was what her momma always said, that if she caught Debby stealing she would cut off her fingers. 

    As we drove out of my neighborhood Debby commented on the numerous churches.  I said yes, there were a lot of churches around.  She asked if I went to one of them, and I said yes and then smiled and changed the subject, I didn’t think she should choose her church based on where I went. 

     We went to the bank and then stopped at McDonalds.  I bought her a sandwich and drink and a pop for me.  As she was eating her sandwich she looked over at me and asked me if I was hungry and wanted the rest of her sandwich.  I smiled and said no and she finished wolfing the rest down. 

      On the way to the bus stop she confirmed my decision to ask the nurse to leave during the forensic exam.  She said that she had been ready to pull the nurses pants down and see how she liked having her hair pulled out with that comb.  Or she thought of decking the nurse.  I told her I agreed that the nurse shouldn’t treat people that way, but I was glad she had not hit her.  I  took her to the bus stop and gave her the two twenties and as she started to walk away I asked her if I could make two requests.  She turned back to me with some apprehension in her eyes until I told her that the first request was that she promise to take good care of herself, and the second request was permission to tell her story.  She hugged me and with tears running down her face said she would take care of herself and that if it would help anyone then she would be glad to have me tell her story. 

     I went home and got a phone call asking me if I could go do a hospital visit.  I said that I had just come from doing one and could not go out again as I had been up all night doing the hotline.  I also said that I needed to be taken off the hospital visits until after I talked to the supervisor because I had violated several agency policies. I had transported a client, I had personal contact with her after the hospital visit, in fact I had taken her home with me and given her money.  Until the matter was resolved with the supervisor I felt I should not make any more visits.  The caller thanked me and hung up.  When I did talk to the supervisor she just showed me another possible resource to send people to for shelter and told me not to do it again, to call her if there was a situation like that. 

     I don’t know if Debby followed through and went to her grandmother’s and her kids and turned her life around.  I remember reading the Cross and the Switchblade and how David Wilkerson discovered that one encounter rarely was enough to help someone turn their life around.  Most people needed follow up support and help and even then some don’t make it.  I hope Debby did go to her grandmother and kids and got the help she needed.  To me, even if she didn’t I would still do the same things over again.

     I think about the fact that normally I would not do a hospital call if I was on the hotline shift, except I could not find the phone list until I got home after it was all over, and then it was easily found.  I think of the fact that probably no other volunteer would have known about father Ritter or done the research on Christian religious issues and sexual abuse.  I think of the fact that probably no other volunteer would decide that the health and wellbeing of the clients super ceded agency policy and then act upon that decision.  I think of the fact that someone did come and give her the forty dollars in answer to her prayer.  I think of how much faith she had to have, to persist in telling her story, to the white police officer, the hospital social worker, the young black intern, and finally me.  And it humbles me to think that God may have chosen me to answer her prayer.  I think of the words of the Savior when he said:

     For I was an hungered, and ye gave me meat: I was thirsty, and ye gave me drink: I was a stranger, and ye took me in: Naked and ye clothed me, I was sick and ye visited me: I was in prison, and ye came unto me.

     Then shall the righteous answer him, saying, Lord, when saw we thee an hungered, and fed thee? Or thirsty, and gave thee drink?

     When saw we a stranger, and took thee in, or naked and clothed thee>

     Or when saw we thee sick or in prison and came unto thee?

     And the King shall answer and say unto them, Verily I say unto you, in as much as ye have done it unto the least of these my brethren, ye have done it unto me.

     I read these words, and I think of Debby, and I weep. 

My Glorious Discovery – Mission Work A Dream?

My journal from long ago- 1982 – 1992 Alpine, New Jersey

Today, as I sat in my lawn chair in front of the Blackledge-Kearney House located in Alpine, New Jersey, my eyes and ears throbbed painfully as the last remnants of pollen took its toll on my body.  I chose to sit outside on this warm autumn day with its turquoise-blue sky in order to relax, and catch up on some of my reading. 

The book I am reading is entitled, “To Hunt in the Morning,” by Jane Siskind, an anthropologist and is particularly interesting.  She works with the Sharanahua Indians from the remote region of eastern Peru where the Amazon jungle is densest.  Well, you may ask, what do I care about the  Sharanahua Indians? It seems that I have kindled inside me within the last year, a burning interest in “Indians” – but Peru especially has me captivated.  The wondrous Amazon, the glorious  mountains – alas, my glorious discovery. 

To be a missionary.  That is my dream.  Although Jane Siskind was not in Peru as a missionary, she offered invaluable information as to how these people lived.  She studied how their society was structured.  She observed how the male-female roles are defined and how food is obtained.  She studied the Shamans and lived and worked among the people.  She acquired myths and tales told by the people and passed down through the ages.  She became very close friends with many of these Indian people.  As quoted from “To Hunt in the Morning,” by Jane Siskind:

“Romance is a form of insanity in which one projects onto another a response to needs unmet and ignores the reality of the other person.  The romance of fieldwork is no exception, where needs and experiencing a direct sensation of the physical environment led one to romanticize primitive life.  It is an anthropological mood: the despair of alienation in a cold world which seems doomed to progress only further into dehumanization casts a golden light on the deep greens of the Amazon Basin and on envisions the direct earthly satisfactions of hunting in order to eat, weaving so as to lounge in a hammock, painting one’s face in order to make love.  Just as the delusions of romance may be the only way in which it is possible for two people to justify the attempt to get to know one another, the romantic view of the field throws the anthropologist into an interaction with his people.”

The phrase, “interaction with his people” had a particular ring for me. I also have considered interacting with various people in faraway lands, however, mine was of a different sort of interacting. 

As a girl, an only child, I was privileged to have the entire attention of my loving mother and father.  I had many clothes, many toys, guitar lessons, lots of cousins who came to visit me, and even an in-home tutor when I was sick in second grade and could not attend school.  I was fortunate.  But imagine being a girl of nine or ten in Peru.  Imagine that this girl, because she has been in contact with other missionaries and anthropologists, is aware that there is a world outside of her own and she wants to know about it and be connected.  It is sort of similar to an anthropologist’s dream with a different twist. 

I thought about creating a school with the Christian community as a way to reach some of these girls.  It need not be only a school where bible studies are taught, it could be a place where girls can go to obtain all sorts of valuable knowledge.  They can then use this knowledge in their lives to make a living; a new way in life. 

Therefore, my school would be a “social skills school.”  It would teach girls subjects such as mathematics through knitting techniques.    Subjects from sewing to reading, from different languages to art, from computer graphics to shorthand (yes, that too!)  From music to theater, childbirth to child-raising, marriage to old-age.  Job skills to job hunting. And from Genesis to Revelations and how all of the above work into God’s plan for us. 

There are presently several teachers who are interested in starting this project here in America, in New Jersey right now.  Being fortunate enough to come into contact with women with a great deal of education in many fields, and also with the the Women’s Rights Information Center, in Englewood, New Jersey, I was able to ensure several contacts who are willing and able to serve within this capacity.  At this point – I am working as a free-lance word-processor, and have my own business.  I plan to merge with another woman’s business who has done missionary work all her life; as a matter of fact her parent’s are missionaries.  We eventually plan to offer free training in Reading, English, Math and Computer skills first here in the Englewood area of New Jersey, and then with much prayer and guidance, move our “missionary” services perhaps to the glorious Amazon in Peru.  Yes, through much prayer.

In January, 1992, I ferried across the Hudson River from New Jersey to New York City to attend a little church on 34th Street where a man and woman missionary team were lecturing on the pros and cons of mission work.  In the freezing little basement of the church, they drove the point home on how important it was to get “trained” in mission work.  They demanded that one can not simply go thousands of miles away to a strange and unknown land, and even to a not so strange and unknown land, to simply “be a missionary” because God spoke to their heart.  No, no.  It takes much time and training, or you will be back home (if you survive the first few weeks) in a brief matter of time, never wanting to hear the word “missionary” again.   I vowed to keep this very poignant lecture forefront in my mind always. 



Assertion is expressing your thoughts and feelings in direct, honest, appropriate ways that do not violate another person’s rights.  This includes expressing both positive and negative thoughts and feelings (e.g. saying no, voicing complaints, making requests, giving compliments, talking about your hopes and fears.)

MESSAGE:  This is what I think.  This is what I feel.  This is how I see the situation.

Nonassertion (Passivity) involves violating your own rights by failing to express your honest thoughts and feelings.

MESSAGE: I don’t count.  You can take advantage of me.

Aggression involves directly standing up for your rights and expressing your thoughts and feelings in such a way that the rights of others are violated.

MESSAGE: This is what I think- you are stupid if you believe differently.


Passive-aggressive behavior involves acting passively while indirectly expressing your anger (e.g., through procrastination, “forgetting,”  or veiled

Starbright Foundation – Stop Human Trafficking and Child Abuse

https://starbrightfoundation.org/  –  Be Sure To Check Out This Site!!!

Meet Our Team

michaelPastor Michael Chalberg President
Michael E. Chalberg is pastor and co-founder of Shepherds Care Counseling Ministries, serving in Christian ministries for the last 38 years. The past 20 years he has offered specialized pastoral counseling to survivors of severe trauma and abuse; living with DID (a.k.a. Multiple Personality Disorder), PTSD, Clergy Abuse, sexual abuse, incest, sex trafficking for profit with adults and children, and SRA; to help people realize the extreme difficulties of cultic sexual abuse and provide pathways for healing through survival in a safe environment to overcome the long-term effects on survivors, their families and communities. He started an international web-based ministry online for counseling survivors of abuse in private and group chat rooms, to establish a team response with local therapists and clergy for counseling in community. The last 10 years in Pastoral Counseling revealed the need for a more focused ministry to help the children trapped in ongoing sexual abuse through exploitation within human trafficking, pornography, and child abuse increasing at alarming rates. He joined with friends in 2010 to create the Starbright Foundation Inc. to serve children and minors rescued from human sex trafficking and modern day slavery and abusive situations in AZ and across our nation, providing a safe and protective living environment to receive specialized counseling in a family home environment. He and his wife Carol (SCCM co-founder), are graduates of Fuller Theological Seminary and has a MDIV. in Pastoral Care and Counseling, and Carol has a MA in Theology. He is a member of the Association of Traumatic Stress Specialists (ATSS), American Association of Christian Counselors (AACC), the International Critical Incident Stress Foundation, Inc. (ICISF), the Christian Association for Psychological Studies (CAPS) and Titus Task Force International (TTFI).

Lori Regnier Vice Presidentlorianne
Lori Regnier was born and raised in NY. Her love and compassion for children led her to open her own dance and gymnastic company in 1983 where she continues to educate children through the art of dance today. She is a licensed Arizona Real Estate agent of 14 years.
Lori was also one of the founders of Arizona Competitive Youth Football. She has 4 1/2 years of experience working in prison ministry with all levels of offenders. She was proud to serve 6 years with Shepherds Care Ministries where she helped survivors of sexual and cultic abuse. Lori has 2 1/2 years experience in security protection. As the President of Child Enrichment Programs, Inc., Lori strives to help underprivileged youth in our valley and their families in need. She has expanded her interest in the well being of children to the Starbright Foundation where she serves as Vice President and pledges to be a positive role model and and will assist in rescuing endangered children from abusive situations. In 2011, Lori was chosen as one of Arizona’s “Top 20 Women of Courage” for making a positive change in the lives of children and families in Arizona. In 2012, Lori was honored with the real estate Big O “Hero” award as the top agent to make the most change in her community to better the lives of children and was a chosen recipient of the Soroptomist Ruby award. Lori was a guest on the Dr OZ show. She is a key note speaker throughout the Valley on the issues of sex trafficking in AZ and educates at colleges, conferences, churches and public forums. Lori hopes that her journey on this earth will continue to make a difference in the lives of others.

Carol Chalberg Secretary and Residential Program Directorcarol
Carol Chalberg is currently Secretary of the Board of Starbright Foundation and is a foster parent along with her husband Mike Chalberg, licensed with the State of Arizona. She has a Master’s Degree in Theology from Fuller Seminary in Pasadena, CA and a Bachelor’s Degree in Elementary Education with a minor in art from Luther College in Decorah, IA. While attending Fuller Seminary, she completed a field education internship with Stanford VA Hospital in Palo Alto, CA where she received specialized training in Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, PTSD and chaplaincy. She also co-founded Shepherd’s Care Counseling Ministries with her husband, Pastor Mike Chalberg. Carol has experience as a lay counselor working with individuals, couples and families. For over 40 years, she has been involved in ministry, mainly in the area of music and teaching classes on how to deal with grief and loss. Before moving to Arizona, she worked in various positions at Hope Hospice in Dublin, CA. Her last position was as the Director of Development working for the Executive Director responsible for all fundraising efforts. She was a member of the Association of Fundraising Professionals in California for 3 years.

kevinKevin McCarthy Attorney At Law
Kevin Fallon McCarthy is the McCarthy Law PLC’s managing attorney and an experienced Phoenix debt attorney. Kevin McCarthy Attorney, has been a member of the Arizona Bar since 1986. He has worked in private practice as a lawyer at Ryley, Carlock & Applewhite, P.A., a large law firm based in Phoenix, AZ. While at Ryley, Carlock & Applewhite, Mr. McCarthy worked primarily on banking and finance matters for large banking concerns. Mr. McCarthy has also worked as general counsel for a large corporation. He has corporate counsel experience in human resource matters, general corporate governance, and union class action litigation.Mr. McCarthy graduated magna cum laude, second in his class, from Arizona State University Sandra Day O’Connor School of Law. His undergraduate degree is in accounting from Creighton University.
Mr. McCarthy is a published author and professional speaker. His article, “Sins of the Father: Punitive Damages for Successor Corporations” was published in the Arizona State Law Journal. He was a featured speaker at the 2013 Hope Conference in Phoenix, AZ

Britta Van Andel LPN Liason/ board memberbrittany
Britta Van Andel is a Registered Nurse, Public Health Nurse, and School District Nurse, with a Bachelor’s of Science in Nursing, educated at San Jose State University. As a nurse, Britta works to ensure that children are healthy and ready to enjoy school, including providing assistance with health insurance, learning how to access available health care, securing food and housing support, and other community services. As an advocate for children’s health and safety for Starbright, Britta works directly with families, school administrators, local law enforcement, and social services to ensure that the children under her care are safe, healthy, and well cared for. Britta has been a Starbright advocate for 2 years utilizing her nursing skills and passion to ensure the well being of children.

Larry Regnier Director of Securitylarry
Former Wells Fargo Security manager assisting police in all phases of bank monitoring systems.  Served as board member and coach for Pop Warner Youth Football.  One of the founders, equipment managers and coach for Arizona Competitive Youth Football taking his team to State Champions.  Owner/Operator of Adult Competitive Football Team Chandler Panthers that won State Championship.  Owner/Operator of Defense Department LLC.  Youth baseball coach for ages 6-13.  Skilled craftsman assisting in all phases of renovations of the current Safe House.  Volunteer for Shepherd’s Care Ministries and Child Enrichment Programs, Inc.  Volunteer taking in trouble youth and providing a safe environment as a house parent.

Nicole Hamming Advisory Boardnicole
Nicole Hamming is a Starbright Advisory Board member. She is owner/operator of Glass House International Real Estate, mother of 2 and extremely committed and compassionate for children’s causes and community service.

Randy Fitch Advisory Boardrandy
Realtor for United Brokers Group, father of 2, Volunteer LaCross coach, community program leader for Ahwatukee concerts in the park and Festival of Lights Sports liaison for Starbright Foundation