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Assume the Best
Two-year-old Ben tore down our street, cackling wildly. His mother, less pleased with her son's freedom, ambled behind him calling, "Ben, stop!" As her repeated and ineffective cries of "Ben, stop!" crescendoed, her walking speed did not. My...
Faithful With What God Has Given
Growing up, there were no leftovers. Tupperware to hold food until the next day just wasn't really a thing in our house. Maybe it was because I had ten brothers and sisters. Maybe it was because my dad was a mechanic, and we simply didn't have an...