I remember the conversation like it was yesterday. It was the first week of November 2005, and Mark had called out to our girls, asking them to join us in the living room. He began to somberly share that if God did not provide a financial miracle, we would need…
“No, I don’t want the blue one; I’d like the pink one instead, please.” “Can I have that burger with mayonnaise instead of mustard?” “Excuse me, but this is mine.” “Mommy, can I have that?” Every day, humans profess opinions, desires, and wants. We have no problem with speaking boldly…