Hospitality… join me as I talk about this today.
Texan. Food Writer. Home Maker. Hostess. Gatherer. Encourager. Supporter. Believer.
Winks
Winks are the undeniable, unforgettable little… and BIG things that God points out to us!
Sunday Offering: Three Winks
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.
Sunday Offering: Father’s Day PicNick
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.
Communion
This time last week I was sitting in the pasture watching the sun set, the moon rise and taking communion for the first time in years. And I mean, years.
Grief: Part 1… my story
Today would have been my dad’s 66th birthday. This year will be 10 years without him. Some days it seems like 10 days, others it seems like 10 decades. Grief is such a complicated thing, indescribable, really.
Sunday Offering: Past self taking care of future self
Ok, that title could sound weird… and of course that picture is weird but I like this message. I think it’s one we all need to hear… especially today.
Sunday Offering: When your assignment changes
Sometimes your assignment changes. Without your consent, without your desire.
It’s what we do from there that matters.
Sunday Offering: Christmas Winks
Every year since my dad has been gone, he has given us a big ol Christmas Wink. In a time when we miss him the most. Grieve his loss the most. He has given us a little sign to say… I’m here. Everything is fine. You’re doing the right thing.
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