Author: stephanieorsini_jknhfe


  • We embrace tradition to bar newcomers entry into the faith, but Jesus keeps calling them to come in. Stephanie here: Jesus claimed to be a door. No, wait, he claimed to be THE door. He’s not afraid to tell us that he isn’t going to accept any other entry point to heaven. And there’s a…

  • (Spoiler: I never finished it) Summary This curriculum promises to be easy, all-in-one, and free! Introduction I’ve got ADHD and I needed to be able to print my lesson, study it in the car on the way to church and get to work teaching as soon as I arrived in class — almost 2 minutes…

  • How I learned to rest, trust, and somehow became more productive than ever. The things that most matter to me were learned the hard way. I hope they can become shortcuts for you to get to the next level. I’ll try to entertain you, as well. Blog categories Featured

  • Following God, Finding Balance Though none go with me, I still will follow… In “The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe” by C. S. Lewis, there’s a scene where Lucy realizes that she was supposed to have followed the lion Aslan alone into the forest. He had not expected her to wait for her siblings…

  • God Has Got You! Look at these figurines. This creator’s eye for detail is exceptional. When I took a moment to really examine them, I was amazed at how there is a picture of each character’s purpose drawn onto the figurine’s own body. I loved that! Each individual piece bears the mark of its life’s…

  • Clark is one of my favorite characters. He’s been so much fun to write, that I decided to try to dig into his back story from Clark’s point of view. Clark often felt as if his mom was is a stereotype, of sorts. She was one of those white girls who saw herself in another…

  • Birth Father The memories I have of my birth father before I grew up could be easily counted using fewer fingers than I have. He was around until I was 6, when he moved away and only called twice that I know of. Somehow, though I have several scattered memories with the rest of my…

  • One day, when I was 11 years old, Mami and I were heading out to Manhattan. We were planning to visit Delancey Street, browse through May’s Department Store on 14th Street, and maybe visit a cuchifrito for some delicious fried treats. It was our usual Saturday routine, and she purposely skimped on some of the week’s groceries in…