For Mother’s Day this year, my husband gave me the best gift I could ask for: a French press. Coffee is my love language. I use a local coffee roaster’s beans, take it black, and drink at least two cups a day. I identify with the mug that proclaims, “But first, coffee,” balking at the… Continue reading But First, Coffee…I Mean, Jesus
I became a Christian at a young age, but prayer was always a mystery to me. Other than saying short, rehearsed prayers at mealtimes, I never seemed to know the words to say, though I was frequently told to "just pray about it." I went through elementary school mimicking the prayers of my parents, but… Continue reading Why Duct Tape
Bethany Broderick 