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Could you become the Victim of the Date Rape Drug? By taking preventive measures to protect yourself and your friends, you can avoid becoming a potential victim. April is Sexual Assault Month

Méav never imagined that music could take her this far. “Ireland has changed a lot in the few years since I graduated from university” she says. “There was no sign of the Celtic Tiger and I presumed that music for me would simply be a passionate hobby”.

The Assemblies of God has a great tradition of successful women involved in ministry. Perhaps as you’ve read about Etta Calhoun, Lillian Trasher, Zelma Argue and the other remarkable women featured in this issue of Woman’s Touch, you’ve felt intimidated and overwhelmed, wondering how God could use you like He used faithful women in the past. Be encouraged! God has a place of ministry for every woman—especially you!

I’m smiling because they’ve finally driven me crazy!” the bumper sticker announced on the car I was following. When I could stand it no longer I gunned the accelerator and pulled alongside the female driver who looked fairly normal—frizzed hair, bitten fingernails, gray sweatshirt. Then she caught me staring and rewarded me with a wide grin—the kind I give out on Sundays when inquiring minds seem to wonder what’s behind my grin

Big families have more of everything—lunch boxes, laundry and loose teeth. We make more pancakes, beds and messes, do more homework and dishes. We need more patience, haircuts, and Happy Meals. What we don’t need is more rules. Big families don’t have time for Twenty Tips on anything. So I’ve stripped it down to the Three Be’s. You may not have the hordes in your house that we have, but could your family use an uncomplicated, easy-to-remember system to keep your kids on target? If so, the Three Be’s may be just the right number for you

The square, bent-edged photo captures me in the driveway of our small 1950s frame house in Wichita, Kansas. I am wearing too-short bangs, a too-long dress, white ankle socks and am clutching my new school binder. First-day-of-school excitement and apprehension give me a goofy expression—as if the bangs and ankle socks weren’t enough. What could my mother have been thinking?

So much of my life is consumed with thinking about food. Planning it, buying it, preparing it, eating it, cleaning up after it. Food is the centerpiece to family holidays, friends and fellowship with other people. When I married Bill I didn’t have a clue how much I would need to know about the subject. Pizza and chocolate chip cookies were all I could bake since I skipped home economics in high school and took music and French iinstead