Sunday offering… some weeks you have a lot to give, some weeks you have a little to give and some weeks you don’t even make it to church!
Sunday Offering is a way for me to share with you the things that are on my mind, my heart, my soul… just like offering at church… some Sundays it’s a lot, some Sundays it’s a little and some Sundays I don’t even make it to church!
Well… I made it today… and I hope you enjoy this one.
Today, August 30, is National Grief Awareness Day. A day that recognizes the time it takes to heal from loss doesn’t have a prescribed course and is a reminder closure comes in many forms.
Sunday Offering was made for me to share things I absolutely love with you. Things that make my life easier and more joyful. These small batch recipes are one of those things.
My friends, I now we are all longing for connection. Longing to practice hospitality. We can! We still can! And it’s so easy. Sit with me for just a minute and read the list I have put together for you. You will be so happy that you did!
My Sunday Offering to you… just like coins tossed into a passed plate… it may be a little, it may be a lot and some weeks I may not even make it to church… but this is my Sunday Offering to you.
Yesterday, as I sat with a friend burying her dad… in the same church we honored my own dad in, I realized that those two men had figured it out…
Sweet baby Micah turns 22 today. I was 19 years old when I had him. A young white girl pregnant with a half black son. I had no idea what I was doing. In any area of the pregnancy and child rearing but especially where race was concerned. The past few years, especially the past few months, have really shown me just how much I did not know.
This is one of Evan’s favorite cakes and you will soon see why!
So, y’all know that Sunday Offering is just something I find important to share with you. Like an offering at church… sometimes I have a lot to give, sometimes I have a little to give and sometimes I don’t even make it to church! Well… today… my friends… I bring […]
Father’s Day. It’s one of those days that I have to figure out how to navigate each and every year. How to celebrate my husband, my step dad, men in Micah’s life and still hold space for the incredible grief that sits with the absence of my own dad.
Texan. Food writer. Home Maker. Hostess. Gatherer. Encourager. Supporter. Believer.
