The bakery started as a small hole-in-the-wall, hidden behind a single glass door along a narrow Taiwanese alley. This mom-and-pop shop smelled of freshly baked bread the moment you opened the door. Joint-owned by a Kiwi chef and his Chinese wife, Chef Dereke named it Finga’s, for everything within was handmade. In time, Dereke and his wife Lily were no …
Holy Father, Why am I so opposed to going through the fire? You promised that You would never fail me or forsake me (Joshua 24:20), but somehow I still have my doubts. I confess that when I look back on my life, I see Your complete faithfulness. But then again, there is tomorrow. What’s the deal? It’s that trust thing, …
“Let’s make a volcano!” The girls were restless and I decided to try out this homemade activity, certain to explode our afternoon boredom. I pilfered through the recycling to secure an empty plastic bottle, spacked a little paper mache on it, and loaded the girls up with supplies: a funnel, orange food coloring, white vinegar and baking soda. …
