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Even though I was born in the seventies, I consider the nineties my decade. Even now I love the music (DC TALK and NEWBOYS rock!), the movies, (I mean, do they even make movies like “You’ve Got Mail” and “While You Were Sleeping” anymore?), and of course, the TV shows. That’s why I was so excited when the classic DIY show, “Trading Spaces” came back on the air last spring.
Gotta admit—-I still love the show! Even though the cast has aged (Ty Pennington is now in his
If I close my eyes and concentrate, I can almost picture it: our finished office space. In my mind, it’s beautiful. Even more importantly, there’s room for everything: we can film videos without turning the house upside down, there’s a space for Jamie to podcast (without the rest of the house having to be pin-drop quiet), I have a corner to write, and a nice big space for desks and filing cabinets. For months, as we’ve been talking about starting the project of convertin
"What are you doing today that you thought was sin 15 years ago?" I’ve been thinking a lot about this question lately. I’m pretty sure it wasn’t triggered by one thing or one person, but instead, by many incidents of people talking or sharing on social media about participating in activities that they used to consider sin. I’m been wondering: “What changed?
What made it wrong then and alright now?
What made you change your mind?”
Even more, I’ve been looking at my
This afternoon Jamie and I made halupkis for dinner. For those of you who don’t live in my neck of the woods, a halupki is a traditional Czechoslovakian/Polish meal of meat wrapped in cabbage and cooked in tomato sauce. Since my grandmother was a Czech immigrant, it was a family tradition at our house. It’s also a lot of work to make! As Jamie and I were working together, delicately wrapping and sealing each individual halupki in cabbage, my mind wandered toward my Mom an