That’s How We Change the World
I cried a lot last week. Now, in classic Ronne fashion, the tears were tucked away in early-morning prayers and mid-afternoon private ponderings. And as always, I met them...
Stories about Community
Every Barn is Better Painted.
One sentence smeared the makeup and stripped away the carefully crafted facade, leaving me once again the middle school girl - awkward, afraid, exposed. One sentence pressed into every...
If 2020 could speak, this is what she would say to you…
There is a guest at your table. You may not see her, but she’s sitting with you. She’s been there for a while now. Her name is 2020. Yes,...
Being the Very First | A Woman named Dorcas
I wonder what it might be like to be the first. The VERY first. I’ve been the first before in some things: the first person to hold a specific...
And Yet, Both Women… (Mary and Elizabeth)
But the angel assured her, “Mary, you have nothing to fear. God has a surprise for you: You will become pregnant and give birth to a son and call...
What Does it Mean to Shine?
What does it mean to shine? For years, I thought it meant being the flame that burned the hottest and brightest. Now, I see things differently. And it's all...
India is in My Hair.
It's Tuesday morning where I'm at right now, and the fragrance of India is in my hair. Though I wash it daily with scents of flowers and vanilla, the...
Why We Need to Gather – and simple summer sides of #kitchentherapy
“I want to teach you a Latin phrase this morning,” the good vicar smiles. “Lex orandi. Lex credendi."
It was the first time I had ever heard the words -...
I Love You. I Just Wanted You to Know.
"I love you. I just wanted you to know.
"I know. We used those words often in the living years. You made it a point to say them, because you...
What We Should Serve at the Table – plus #kitchentherapy with angel biscuits and birthday cookies
I sent a note yesterday to a friend. She and her family have taken up my offer to visit CasaRock for good food, great conversation, and a night's rest...
You are the Best Story.
Two years ago, I sent out an Instagram love note to strangers, hoping someone would accept my invitation for a cup of coffee. No one did.
Two years ago, I...
Ten Easter Stories for You, from Me
Easter is coming. And today, I'm pondering how we are no different than those who said, “Well, there you go – most certainly He was God’s son. I knew...
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