Another day to remind you 2026 bride/groom to get yourself an events planner. You will faint on your day chasing around service providers. ๐๐คฃ anyway @JoyK16_ got you sorted!
Guyssss!! If youโre 30+, I just want to update you that theyโve started using ML to mean My Love! ๐ญ๐ญ๐ญ
Incase you receive a Hey ML, donโt panic!
My wife was a teacher in the children's department of her former church before we got married. She was very fond of those children and the kids were fond of her too. For the first time in the history of the church, the children sang a farewell song for her at our church wedding. That's how close their bond was.
Leaving her CAC church to join mine wasn't easy at first for her for three reasons:
1. She was born and bred as a believer in the church.
2. The mode and style of worship in a typical CAC church is a far cry from a church like CCI.
3. She already had many friends and a solid community in the church.
Yet, despite all these, she trusted in my leadership and never for once insisted on remaining in her local church.
Dear Christian men, a woman agreeing to worship with you in the church you attend is one of the basic acts of submission that scripture commands. Therefore, a woman who doesn't trust in your spiritual leadership enough to be domiciled in the same place you get spiritual nourishment, is not your wife. Don't marry her.
Dear Christian women, your husband is the priest over your home. And as the priest, he ought to be discipled in a church where he consistently receives training. The quality of his priesthood over your home greatly depends on the quality of the church he attends. If you don't trust in his leadership and sense of judgment regarding the church where your family would worship together as a united home, he is not your husband. Don't marry him.
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I own a small bakery. Business has been slow. Rent is up. I was thinking about closing.
Last Friday, a teenager came in. He looked nervous. He counted out change for a cookie. He was short 50 cents.
"It's okay," I said. "Take it."
He ate it at a table, looking at his math homework. He looked stuck.
I used to be a math tutor.
I walked over. "Quadratic equations?"
He nodded. "I don't get it."
I sat down and helped him for 20 minutes. He got it. He left smiling.
The next day, he came back with two friends. They bought cookies.
The day after that, five kids came.
Apparently, he told the school, "The lady at the bakery helps with homework."
Now, my bakery is the after-school hang-out spot. It's loud. It's messy. There are backpacks everywhere.
Yesterday, I found a note in the tip jar. It was wrapped around a $20 bill.
"Thanks for helping my son pass math. A Mom."
I'm not closing the bakery.
I think I finally found my purpose.
It's not cookies. It's community.