“It’s right here. With you. God with you.”
Every time we see each other, Sister Edith and I laugh. Our lives may look strikingly different, but we are alike in so many ways. We are independent and...
Here’s to Us
I hear the tap on the door. “Hey there, you ready?”
“Just a second,” I mumble, under a mass of blue and white floral. “I’m trapped in my dress.”
He smiles...
Maybe We Need Simple Right Now – and #kitchentherapy for Nell
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...
Let it Go. Let it Out. Let It All Unravel.
“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...
When I Want to Know it All
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’m a Recovering Independent – plus #kitchentherapy and the best lemon pie!
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...
Fear, Insecurity, and a Little #KitchenTherapy – Cauliflower Couscous and Full Cups
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?
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...
It’s Time for a New Weapon
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...
Here’s to the Invitation. And Here’s to the Response.
"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...
#kitchentherapy with dreamers: Prosecco Peaches
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.
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...
