Worship with abandon
When my husband and I first started to attend the church we now call “home,” we couldn’t help but notice Jack. A man in his fifties at the time, he was clearly someone wh... »
When my husband and I first started to attend the church we now call “home,” we couldn’t help but notice Jack. A man in his fifties at the time, he was clearly someone wh... »
One Monday morning, about an hour into the workday, I checked my emails. “Sad” was the subject heading of a personal message, and I opened it up, curiosity piqued. “Sad”... »
When I was 19, my then-boyfriend told me that his mother, on a recent business trip, had been in a restaurant where people paid $50 for lunch—which would be three times t... »
Reading the blogs of other people fighting debt helps me keep my resolve in focused debt reduction. As I browse articles that relate to where we’re at in our journey out... »
Almost every single day, I’m struck by how lucky I am to work where I do. I’m a teacher at an inner-city school that serves families from all around the world. I work in... »