Hospitality… join me as I talk about this today.
Texan. Food Writer. Home Maker. Hostess. Gatherer. Encourager. Supporter. Believer.
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!
Hospitality… join me as I talk about this today.
Is it all in my head?
I’ve asked myself this question a couple of times. Only on the heels of some other person telling me it is, of course.
Is it all in my head? Is RACISM all in my head?
I have a story I want to tell you. It has to do with Jack In The Box churros and me learning a big ol’ life lesson in the drive thru line…
And this will definitely be in the cookbook. Yes! I’m still writing the cookbook!
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.