
Any given night, Casa de Nunes reeks of buttery goodness.
People on my mission team know this fact about me. I eat popcorn.
I eat it a lot.
Every night a lot.
In fact, I bet I’ve eaten more popcorn than anybody who is reading this right now, or ever. This addiction to the exploding kernel goodness started when I lived in Santa Barbara (23 years ago), which just so happens to be the same exact age my oldest daughter is right now.
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I was told a story from a close friend of mine a while ago. One day after church they were pulled aside was told they were not being “good Christian’s,” that they were being a hypocrite because of where and who they choose to be with, or not be with, and the gossip they tried to spread. At first I was thinking it was a good thing they pulled them aside, spoke to them in private and pretty much “called them out” on certain things.
Last week I had the privilege of walking around our oldest daughters new school. I attended a couple of meetings, got entertained by the Jazz Band, Girls Chorus, and walked out to the Orchestra. It was pretty neat, nostalgia swept in, and then I went for a walk.
Last week, and the week prior you may have notice the amount of activity over here on 




