I’ve enjoyed baking for as long as I can remember. Since I was little I would watch my mom cook, I would read cookbooks, and I would try my own inventions in the kitchen. I clearly remember watching her knead
Respect and Truth
“You should be fasting,” a taxi driver said to me just a few minutes into the ride home. I don’t make a habit of talking to taxi drivers, but this one seemed determined. I counted it as a chance to
Path of Discipleship
I recently had an encounter with someone that has shaken me on the inside. She spent the majority of her life as a nominative follower of Islam – until, through a series of dreams, she met Jesus. Before I found