Stories
written by Ronne Rock
Three ingredients.
A clapboard church. A cookie recipe. And a woman who is "eighty-three and four-fifths."
You might think this #kitchentherapy story is a bit too simple. I encourage...
“We love words, right GiGi?” I smile, and say, “Yes, Sawyer. We are words people.” I pray he always loves words. I pray he understands their power to work...
Eight years ago, I received news that I was not going to Honduras because of a political crisis in that country. I was heartbroken, angry, ready for God to...
I know I’ve written this a hundred times, but we are built for belonging and we are crafted for community. It’s made evident every time we receive the perfect...
It has been a week of “oh hey fear, fancy meeting you here" moments. Have you ever had them? I wasn’t counting on being tapped on the shoulder by...
Can I tell you a secret? A while back, I got a lot of attention. Because of a Facebook group I was in, folks visited my blog, they liked...
I remembered back to a sermon I had preached on a misfit Sunday morning at an apartment complex where some of the most genuine and fragile folks I know...
"No one who walked through our door that night knew much about me or my life. To them, I was the woman married to the tall man with the...
If you know me, you know I love to make desserts but I don’t necessarily love to eat them. But every now and then, I discover something I can’t...
It was not an uncommon Friday.
Crucifixion was the normal punishment of the time. It was cruel, humiliating, and served as a visible warning to all who witnessed the...
It’s holy week. And I’m undone in a most precious way. Not precious like the face of a smiling child, but precious like diamonds chipped from coal or goal...
Sometimes, the best ideas come from things that don't happen - like a family dinner.
Today, it's about #kitchentherapy and the practice of hospitality. I'm sharing my thoughts about what...
