The perspectives of two young, reformed, continuationist, church-planters to be. Those shoes made me very sad. They were a gesture of love to my daughter that she not only did not appreciate, but that she disdained! Making sure she understood it was just a Sprite she insisted that was what she wanted. So that is what I got her. And my kids rode home happily sipping their chosen treats.

He took our illnesses and bore our diseases. Some Poetry for a Change. Posted November 16, 2010 by Daniel. I wrote this a couple years ago and was reminded of it recently when I went to the Global Missions Health Conference in Louisville, KY. Strange as it may seem, somehow six or so guys ended up sitting around a table late one evening taking turns reading their own poetry to each other. It was immensely fun, and it also encouraged me to continue in writing both prose and poetry. Be the first to comment.

Or was it? September 19, 2011. The vegetables were not done enough. A day later, my husband was telling his family about the pie, since he had never had it befor.