When I moved overseas, I joined the first church I found. It was different from churches I was used to, but the gospel at all was a comfort at a time when I was grasping for any constants.
My friend Jennifer leaned over my cubicle wall.
“You know when my whole life changed?” she said to me. “When I realized I didn’t have to just bake cookies all the time.”
Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. was, without a doubt, a great leader.
But he was a great follower first.
People are in distress.
Few things in life are as frustrating as a terrible job.
“Why do good things happen to bad people?” she asked. “That is the biggest question that I struggle with.”
In my twenties, I liked a good argument. And I loved to win.
It used to be that people named their children based on what the name meant.
“Do you think they know it’s a duplex?”
“WAAAAA!” When I heard this sound a half dozen times a day I undoubtedly could look down to find my 18-month-old son, Josiah, jabbing his right index finger into the palm of his left hand.
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