
Come As You Are
Healing begins with Jesus. Many of us become very good at pretending — but we do not need perfect words, perfect faith, or a perfect past. Jesus welcomes us exactly as we are.
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A space for the weary heart to find rest. Through books, guided teachings, live seminars and a faith filled magazine, we walk the gentle path to healing through Christ's enduring love.

Serenity K. Kashuba is a Christian author, speaker, foster parent, musician, and ministry leader based in Thunder Bay, Ontario. Her writing is rooted in faith, lived experience, and a deep desire to help others discover healing, truth, and hope through Jesus Christ.
Serenity's books explore themes of identity, forgiveness, marriage, family, spiritual growth, emotional healing, and the everyday teachings of Jesus. She writes with honesty and compassion, drawing from her own journey through brokenness, loss, motherhood, relationships, and restoration.
Her work is especially dedicated to those who feel forgotten, misunderstood, ashamed, or too far gone. Serenity believes that no life is beyond redemption and that Jesus meets people in their pain with grace, truth, and love.
Alongside her writing, Serenity has spent many years caring for children and families through foster care and community service. She is passionate about encouraging others to live out their faith through compassion, service, and a willingness to stand beside people during difficult seasons.
Through Serenity K Ministries, she shares Christian teaching, personal reflections, books, and messages designed to make faith feel approachable and relevant to everyday life.
At the heart of everything she creates is one simple mission:
Healing through Jesus.
Each title is available in hardcover and paperback on Amazon.

Finding Serenity in the Chaos
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Understanding Jesus
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Whispers of the Enemy, Truth of the Father
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His Words. His Way. Your Life Transformed.
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God's Blueprint to Lasting Love
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Raising Children in the Love, Wisdom, and Way of Jesus
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Visit my Amazon author page to browse every title in hardcover and paperback.
New teachings posted every Sunday evening. We walk through biblical templates and structures for healing — from raising children in faith and finding our identity in Christ, to relationships, finances, and so much more. These are free resources for anyone seeking wholeness through Jesus.
All teachings are completely free. Subscribe to the channel so you never miss a Sunday evening session.
Watch on YouTube →Interested in hosting Serenity for a live teaching or seminar? Reach out to discuss dates, topics and how we can serve your community.
Serenitykauthor@gmail.comWeekly reflections on faith, healing and everyday life
Sharing what is happening in our community of Thunder Bay and how Serenity K. Ministry wants to help.

Across Thunder Bay, many people are facing homelessness, housing insecurity, poverty, addiction, mental-health challenges, and the daily uncertainty of not knowing where they will sleep or how they will meet their most basic needs. People are staying in shelters, temporary accommodations, encampments, vehicles, and other unsafe or unstable conditions. Local organizations continue working toward long-term housing and recovery solutions, but the immediate need for practical care remains urgent.
Our first community initiative at Serenity K. Ministry is to create and distribute care packages for people experiencing homelessness in Thunder Bay.
Each package will contain practical items that can offer comfort, dignity, and support, including personal hygiene products, socks, seasonal necessities, snacks, water, and other essential supplies. While a care package cannot solve homelessness, it can help someone make it through another difficult day. It can also carry an important message:
You are seen. You are valued. You are loved. You have not been forgotten.
We believe that before someone can begin thinking about recovery programs, employment, long-term housing, or rebuilding their life, their most immediate needs must first be acknowledged. It is difficult to concentrate on healing when you are hungry. It is difficult to consider recovery when you are cold, exhausted, or worried about where you will sleep. Meeting a basic need can create a moment of safety, dignity, and hope.
Our goal is not to judge, pressure, or make assumptions about anyone’s circumstances. Our goal is simply to meet people where they are and remind them that they matter. Through every package and every compassionate interaction, we want our neighbours to know that there are people in this community who care about them and are willing to walk alongside them.
“Truly I tell you, whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers and sisters of mine, you did for me.”— Matthew 25:40
This is where our community outreach begins, with compassion, practical support, and the willingness to see the person behind the circumstance.
Together, we can offer more than supplies. We can offer dignity. We can offer encouragement. We can offer hope. Most importantly, we can remind every person we encounter that they are deeply loved by God and worthy of care.
We welcome the support of individuals, families, churches, community groups, and local businesses. Donations of supplies, financial contributions, and volunteer assistance will help us prepare and distribute care packages throughout Thunder Bay.
Every item donated becomes part of a greater message:
You are not invisible. You are not alone. Our community cares about you.
If you would like to become part of our team, we would be grateful to hear from you. There are many areas where volunteers are needed, from collecting and organizing donations to preparing care packages and helping with community outreach.
We are also always willing to arrange pickup for donated items within the Thunder Bay area.
Phone
807-285-7293
Together, we can help ensure that people in our community feel seen, supported, and loved.
A gathering place for verses written in stillness — offered as letters signed at the bottom of the soul.

I spent so long
wondering who I was,
where I came from,
and where I belonged.
I carried questions
no one could answer
and searched for myself
in the faces of others.
Then one day,
in the quiet of my heart,
I heard Him say,
Renata,
you are made new in Me.
Born again,
not into the life
that wounded me,
but into the love
that had always known my name.
No longer defined
by where I came from,
what I had lost,
or who had failed to choose me.
He chose me.
He called me Renata.
Born again.
Made new.
Given an identity
the world could never take away.
Not lost.
Not forgotten.
Not without a home.
I belong to Him.
Renata.
The past returned
without knocking,
bringing with it
the faces of my failures,
the moments I wish
I could gather back
and make gentle.
Guilt sat beside me
and whispered
that I should hurt,
that I deserved
to feel the chaos again.
For a moment,
I believed God
could not reach me there.
I thought He would not listen.
I thought perhaps
I should carry it alone.
And part of me
wanted the pain.
It was familiar.
It knew my name.
It felt easier
than forgiveness.
But then I remembered
the promise I had made
to turn away
from the thoughts
that pull me backward.
And I remembered
His promise too.
That He would meet me
in every wound.
That He would not turn away.
That no darkness in me
could make Him leave.
So I opened my hands
and gave Him
the guilt,
the memories,
the ache,
and the part of me
that still wanted to suffer.
And once again,
He restored me.
Not all at once.
Not forever in one moment.
But enough for today.
And when tomorrow comes,
I will give it to Him again.

I was just a girl then,
half-formed thoughts and wandering dreams,
rolling between Ontario and Quebec
on a tired old Greyhound Bus
that hummed like it knew secrets.
He boarded somewhere in between,
a boy with quiet eyes
and a name as simple as breathing,
Eric.
“Can I sit here?”
Such a small question
for something that would echo years.
And I said yes.
Two days,
just two,
where the world narrowed
to a pair of seats and passing miles.
We spoke of everything
as only the young and unguarded can,
life like it was waiting for us,
love like we understood it,
dreams like they were promises.
No walls.
No masks.
Just words,
spilling as easy as sunlight.
When my stop came
we exchanged pieces of ourselves,
addresses scribbled in hope,
a promise to write,
a smile that said
This mattered.
Then,
we were gone from each other’s story.
Or so I thought.
Years later,
dust dancing in my grandmother’s attic,
I found it,
a letter, unopened,
My name still waiting to be seen.
Time held its breath
as I broke the seal.
Inside,
not just ink,
but a moment I had forgotten
and he had not.
He wrote
that the day he stepped onto that bus
He carried an ending in his pocket.
A quiet goodbye
no one could hear
But somewhere between
hello
and goodbye
We talked…
And something shifted
He wrote
that kindness,
mine, unknowing, unmeasured,
gave him back tomorrow.
Gave him back breath.
Gave him back life.
And I sat there,
years too late
and exactly on time,
with tears and a smile
that didn’t know which it wanted to be.
Because I had done nothing grand.
No miracle.
No saving hands.
Just a seat offered.
A conversation shared.
A moment of seeing someone
who needed to be seen.
And still,
a life bent away from darkness.
So now I carry this knowing
like a quiet flame:
You never know
when your smallest kindness
is someone else’s reason
to stay…