While God gives us good tastes of Heaven, it is important not to mistake them for the true feast.

My Dad was in New York City on September 11th, 2001. This was my lesson on hope in the hours where we wondered if he would be coming home. I was in fourth grade on September 11, 2001. I was very excited to wear a purple floral ensemble that was typically reserved for Sundays, and my favorite hot lunch was on the menu that day at Rolling Green Elementary. I remember specifically having the thought, “This day will be great, even if I have to sit next to a boy!” Blissfully enjo