by Heather Bock Two Sundays ago, God broke my heart for the poor in my city (which I wrote about last week here). I asked Him, “What are you going
by Heather Bock On Sunday, I was sitting in my church community group, and we were talking about the state of schools in our city. We were bemoaning the same
by Heather Bock “I don’t ever want to go through anything that painful again. Honestly, I wouldn’t voluntarily choose to endure such pain, nor would I wish it on anyone.
by Heather Bock Little E wants us to call her by a new name–well, not exactly new–she wants us to call her by her real name, not by her shortened
by Heather Bock I was teaching my adult English as a Second Language class the language of comparison and contrast, and the teacher’s book suggested the students compare the town
by Heather Bock A few weeks ago, I shelled out $35 for my nine-year-old son to take a standardized test. It turned out to be a test given to mostly
by Heather Bock Last Saturday, my four year old had his first tee ball game. It was a comedy of errors. Several of the kids hit the tee more than
by Heather Bock Last week I wrote about how I sometimes fall into the trap of thinking that I am valued, loved, and made righteous by what I do, and
I for one can really testify to a book that has made a difference to my whole existence, which helped me to see things in a certain way from the
by Heather Bock In the past few years, the number on my scale has been creeping upwards. I used to be a fairly healthy eater. I was regular at exercise.