There has been a whirlwind of blessing at my house lately–and it’s been my undoing. Really in the best of ways–I’m undone. Continue reading
the joy of not catching up | it’s a year of cookies {week 45}
in the truth
slowing and sunday scones
The flour is being measured and the oven preheated. It’s a slow, Sunday morning, well before church and in that space, my heart gets quiet enough for me to hear the unrest. I don’t know about you, but if I’m paying attention I find myself letting hurry crowd out the fun, even when there is no deadline or clock to manage. Let me say that again, even when there is no deadline or clock to manage, I still feel the rush. Like a heart still beating fast after the running is over. Continue reading
garden ponderings
High hopes. Dreams. Plans. I always have them. Continue reading
holy ground
“Earth’s crammed with heaven,
And every common bush afire with God,
But only he who sees takes off his shoes;
The rest sit round and pluck blackberries.”
― Elizabeth Barrett Browning Continue reading
butter curls & biscuits
The flour is being measured and the oven preheated. In that space, my heart finally gets quiet. Continue reading