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Can I tell you the thing I used to get completely wrong about raising my kids in faith? I thought it required more. More time. More energy. More structure. More of something I was already…
I wasn’t in a chapel. I wasn’t on my knees in a quiet room with worship music playing softly in the background. I was sitting at my work desk on my lunch break, staring at…
I remember the moment I realised I was raising my children in a world that no longer shared my values. My oldest, she was about ten at the time, came home from a friend’s place…
