I have a confession: I didn’t want to be Jo in Little Women. I wanted to be Beth, but she was so impossibly good that was never going to happen. So I accepted my lot in life: I was Continue reading
I Am Meg. Or Julia. Or Mary. Or Mary Fred.
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Overflowing Abundance… or Just Enough?
Some friends and I got together recently to talk about our faith journeys. One I’ve known for a long time and am inspired by… the other two are fairly new friends, but I treasure Continue reading
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