When I was in first grade, I attended William Carey Academy, a small private school in Pasadena, California, that primarily served the children of missionaries who...
Cuando estaba en primer grado, asistí a la Academia William Carey, una pequeña escuela privada en Pasadena, California, que servía principalmente a los hijos de misioneros...
By Andrea Johnson I must have been about eight or nine years old, old enough to know better, when I walked in on a conversation with...
About the Author By Andrea Johnson Can you imagine God walking with Adam and Eve in the Garden of Eden after the completion of the Creation?...
By Andrea Johnson I hate waiting. All I can think about is stuff I could be accomplishing. The other day I ran into Hobby Lobby to...
By Andrea Johnson I was on my first lap around a lake trail trying to get a run in before the temperature rose any higher when...
By Andrea Johnson Uncle Willy had just warned my husband, Denny, and me that although the hike up the mountain we were on was safe, there...
By Andrea Johnson Judging by the sound of laughter and gleeful shrieks before we even rounded the corner of the tree-lined path to the neighborhood “hill,”...
By Andrea Johnson I wonder what that first Christmas was like for Mary after Jesus left this earth. I don’t know that her family would have celebrated birthdays even though it’s obvious that rulers of the...
By Andrea Johnson If you’ve been part of a church for more than a year, you have hopefully taken part in some kind of pastor’s appreciation effort. (October...