cultivating the beautiful ordinary by sharing our tales and our tables
July 3, 1954. She sat alone at the end of the counter while noise and laughter rose and fell around her. She hardly noticed the soda placed in front of her by the waitress with the sweet Southern drawl. While she was trying to hold onto hope, sadness settled in as she replayed the months that…
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Bagpipes resounded “Amazing Grace” as the June rain pounded the roof of St. Paul’s Presbyterian Church. After the bridesmaids processed in pale pink tea dresses to the tune of “Canon in D,” the large wooden doors shut. Thunder clapped, marking the redemption of this day, the many dark chapters of our stories now expanding and…
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A vintage commercial runs through my mind and I laugh. Miracles can happen.
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Celebration Joy is happening! My sweet niece, Paige is getting married this month.
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“Can you believe he will be getting married in one week?”
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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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There’s something about a wedding—something so hopeful as the wide-eyed bride and groom stand face to face, hand in hand, and declare, “Until death do us part.”
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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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Maid of Honor. I’ve only had the chance to do it once.
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We have boot scuff marks on our living room ceiling.
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