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A River Is Waiting Discussion Group Guide Booked For Dinner

Booked for Dinner The River Is Waiting by Wally Lamb A dinner and discussion guide Tonight's invitation Come hungry. Come curious. Bring your opinions. You don't have to agree. You don't have to have loved the book. You don't even have to know exactly what you think yet. Tonight we're making room for complicated characters, complicated choices, and really good conversation. Spoiler note: this guide discusses the whole book, including the ending. If someone hasn't finished, stick to the First Pour and Courses One through Three. Tonight's menu Before you come Meet Wally Lamb Who's who First pour The man at the center The river Addiction, mental health + secrecy Punishment or rehabilitation? Art, purpose + the mural Grief + forgiveness Can you begin again? Memory + legacy Side dishes Intermission games Dessert: the big question At the water's edge Watch with Wally Setting the table Go deeper Sources How to use this guide Don't try to cover all of it...

Dungeon Crawler Carl Discussion Group Guide

  Booked for Dinner — Dungeon Crawler Carl Party Guide Booked for Dinner · Dinner + Discussion Night Dungeon Crawler Carl Book One — Matt Dinniman "You can't just survive here. You gotta survive big." Tonight's objective: eat, laugh, debate questionable moral decisions, and determine who among us would actually survive. 🎮 LitRPG 🐈‍⬛ Cat Approved 💀 Dark Comedy 📺 Reality TV Satire 🏅 New Achievement Unlocked Book Club Crawler You willingly entered a home filled with people who want to spend dinner discussing an alien-controlled death dungeon and a talking Persian cat. Reward: dinner. 1 Would You Go Down the Stairs? Answer before anyone sits down The world has collapsed. You're outside when it happens. A message tells you your only chance of survival is to enter the dungeon. Do you go down the stairs? Why or w...

Power of God

How Do We Fight the Darkness? — Faith + Flourish Faith + Flourish · Devotional How Do We Fight the Darkness? With light. And you already have access to it. · · · I was walking out of church, ready to head to my car, when I saw her. A girl — maybe twenty years old — sitting alone, crying. I had just left the restroom. My keys were in my hand. And I almost walked past her. Almost. But you can't just walk past tears like that. So I stopped. I asked if I could sit with her. And then I asked if I could pray. She looked up and said, "The voice is just so loud." "The voice is just so loud." I asked her how long she'd been walking with Jesus. Seven years, she said. Baptized just two months ago. And yet here she was, consumed by a voice in her head — the same word, over and over. A curse word. Loud. Relentless. Exhausting. I asked if I could put my hand on her back. She said yes...

The Moment I Realized I Was Meant to Coach Women

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  “The Moment I Realized I Was Meant to Coach Women” Some callings arrive with fireworks. Mine didn’t. Mine came softly — through a long line of women who carried light long before I knew how to see it. Before I ever knew the word “coach,” God planted my calling in the story of a woman who loved my mom. My mom grew up in a children’s home. One faithful woman stepped in, invested in her, and changed her life. Because someone poured into her, I grew up with a mother who loved fiercely and faithfully. That is where my calling quietly began — in the ripple effect of someone else’s obedience. By the time I reached college, I was spiritually empty and emotionally numb. Raised in Boulder — beautiful, intellectual, skeptical Boulder — I had been shaped by a worldview that dismissed faith entirely. My dad openly mocked Christianity. I learned early to hide my emotions, to cope by numbing, to survive by blending in. But underneath all that avoiding and performing, I was l...