Reflections
Help My Unbelief
This past Friday, I sat in a beach chair watching my kids pluck hermit crabs from the wet sand when I received a call from my sister. She and her boyfriend were caring for our cat while we were away and had discovered that our air conditioner was not cooling. The temperature inside our house had climbed to a toasty 86 degrees.
Loaves, Boats, and Meatloaf
Last fall I made a meatloaf. It was a big four-pounder stuffed with a Tillamook cheddar tunnel, just like my husband’s grandma taught me. Then I peeled and boiled a big bag of potatoes for a pot of mash big enough to be embarrassing.
The Gospel According to the Church Parking Lot
I’ve come to a conclusion after more than a few years of ministry: One of the most revealing places on church property isn’t the sanctuary, it’s the parking lot.
River of Life
I was walking through the galleries of Crystal Bridges in Bentonville, Arkansas last week accompanied by my husband, Hunter, and our tour guide, Jenn Padgett, the museum’s Curator of Craft. As Jenn and I were chatting I heard Hunter make an excited gasp—he could see something at the end of the natural light-filled corridor that I could not yet see.
The Art of Waiting
For almost five hundred years, people stood beneath the vaulted ceiling of the Sistine Chapel admiring the muted earthy browns and grays of Michelangelo’s palette. Turns out, though, the artist actually worked in vivid shades of blues and greens.
Rabbits in the Field
I’ll chase a rabbit down any trail, and God knows that the Bible gives me plenty of rabbits and plenty of trails. This week was no exception.