cultivating the beautiful ordinary by sharing our tales and our tables
My father was an odd, obstreperous, curmudgeonly rebel. He was one of the first in our community to own an electric car in 1972. He delighted in plugging the car in at friends’ houses when his batteries were low. He often wore a hat with the price tag dangling from it, like Minnie Pearl. He…
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Traveling through memories often takes me back to kindergarten days. At that young age, I already knew some basics. I had learned the alphabet, how to write my name—first, middle, and last—and could figure basic addition facts with the help of my fingers and, occasionally, toes. 1+1=2 provided a logical place to start, and math…
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It is intimacy that gives us the grace and strength we need to push through suffering, pain, and inconvenience. –Heidi Baker
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I may be wrong, but I have only said: “Hello” to my husband one time and it changed both of our lives.
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My husband and I are struggling.
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God always comes through for me. Not always when I think I need Him. And certainly not always in the ways I ask or demand.
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“Your world’s not falling apart, it’s falling into place. I’m on the throne, stop holding on and just be held.” –Casting Crowns
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“We know that we are adopted by God when we are embraced by our brothers and sisters.”
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I admire my brother’s girlfriend.
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I was in my wedding gown, veil in place, bouquet in hand, just minutes from my walk down the aisle when Mother entered my dressing room.
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