The first time I took a ride in my husband's 1995 Jeep Wrangler, I learned something I never knew before... We were riding along and as we passed a driver going the opposite direction, my husband, Brandon, threw up a... Continue Reading →
When people love their jobs, they pay for it. Teachers. Police officers. Ministers. I could go on and on about service-based professions and the sacrificial giving that goes on behind the scenes. What happens when a school budget gets cut,... Continue Reading →
Last night, at the Good Friday service at our church, we had communion. Communion at my church consists of those teeny-tiny little plastic cups filled with grape juice and just as tiny wafers about the size of a quarter. (The... Continue Reading →
Loved Fiercely---Carly Van Laar 
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