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Why We (Still) Kiss Each Other Goodbye

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My husband and I make it a point to always kiss each other goodbye before we go our separate ways. At the front door, when he leaves for work and I'm holding a crying baby in one arm and a clingy toddler in the other—no matter what the circumstance—we kiss each other goodbye.

When I Realized My Heart Was Divided

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Being a mum to a toddler and a baby means you rarely have any time for yourself, much less for devotions, sermons, Christian literature, and the like. Or so I thought.

When We Found Out Our Baby Had A Heart Defect

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When we first found out that our son had ventricle septal defect (VSD), we did not think much of it. Many children are born with holes in their heart, and many of these close over time. But by the third week, it was evident something was not right with our son, N.

Oh Dear, Am I Ashamed of the Gospel?

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It’s that season of the year again. My church calls it the “evangelism season”. My Pastor tells us to rise up in evangelistic fervor, saying that it’s the best time to invite friends and family to church.

Who Would Give This Bride Away?

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It was the night of our first planning meeting for our wedding. All of us involved in the preparation were all buzzing with ideas and enthusiasm, right until the pastor turned to me and asked, “Who would be walking you down the aisle?”

Sharenting: The Good, The Bad And The Ugly

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You must have seen it: Parents sharing photos, updates, and other information about their children on social media platforms. It’s a practice known as “sharenting” (a portmanteau of the word “share” and “parenting”).

Will You Ship Others?

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The week before Valentine’s Day, my students taught me a new word, “ship”. According to them, to “ship” means to support or be in favor of two people getting together.

After Being Told I was Promoted . . . I Quit

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If the interviewers knew the type of student I was in school, they would probably have rejected my application right away. I was hyperactive, restless, and even “overly dramatic”—according to one teacher’s description in my report card.

Why I hated the Youth Ministry

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After six years, I was annoyed with the whole Sunday school affair. Crazy action songs. Kiddy puppet Bible stories. Even the sweets for reciting the week’s memory verse no longer appealed to the pre-teen in me.