I was 7 going on 8 in the Fall of 1997. My mom was pregnant and I wasn’t particularly excited for the baby’s arrival. For a long time I felt as though my parents didn’t care about me. 754 more words
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It’s the day after.
I have a vendor space at a local Farmer’s Market every Wednesday.
It’s the day I have the most fun all week, and get to clown around, show off, shout, laugh, give free hugs, make acquaintances, make people happy, listen to the “Mmmmmmm,” and maybe even offend by accident. 519 more words
My grandmother was born in Beirut, Lebanon. She was raised in a Protestant household and only attended school until the 8th grade. She married young and for a vast majority of her life she was a dedicated wife and stay at home mom raising three daughters mostly on her own as my grandfather often traveled for work. 1,189 more words
I (through the thoughts of a 17th century Puritan, Matthew Henry) have been trying to convince you of the excellency of a meek spirit. First we considered how “creditable,” or… 1,176 more words
On the blog this week, I’m joined by the wonderful Lynn Austin!
If you struggle with living out your faith in this culture, if you wonder about what all the buzz is about with recent and upcoming adaptations of Bible stories, if you (let’s be honest) have a hard time getting through the prophets without falling asleep, there’s something here for you. 1,030 more words
Everyone wants to eat food that has been responsibly raised. Taking care of our Earth and the animals that roam on it is a priority for the vast majority of us. 341 more words