As a little girl it took me forever to say, “I’m sorry.” Always have and always will have a strong spirit. It is not easily budged for the “just because,” answer. I’ve learned by working my memory “forgiving” muscles over the years the easier it is for me to vocalize an “I’m sorry.” It’s likeContinue reading “Exercising the Hospitality Muscle Memory”
Category Archives: Life at the Table
On Birthdays at the Table
As a little girl I remember how much I loved when it was my birthday. My invite list always exceeded the maximum occupancy in our little 900 sq ft home. I didn’t mind the sardines in a can affect, because it was my birthday, and birthdays were worth celebrating. Years passed and I foundContinue reading “On Birthdays at the Table”
Fellowship Around the Table
At the close of the sermon today we were invited to quickly rewrite our version of Acts 2:42-47. Here was mine. You mama teach your babes how to use words, how to say sorry when you shouted. The Spirit of God comes while messy floors, tear stained cheeks turn to you and forgiveness isContinue reading “Fellowship Around the Table”
What Names Us?
***The first half was written prior to Willy’s memorial*** In the wake of Willy’s death, and how it happened, I cannot shake how others will judge him. I’m in the car driving with my girls and I see a man in his 30s on the side of the road not looking his best and seeContinue reading “What Names Us?”
The Day the Music Died–August 28th & the Day it Began
The air felt crisp outside, slightly cold like only the onset of fall could bring. Sun shone down and peace flooded my soul as I stepped out of my house to catch the bus to the university. Jesus walked with me and I heard him say, “Willy’s going to be okay, you don’t need toContinue reading “The Day the Music Died–August 28th & the Day it Began”
Our New Table: Home
Our family being in Arizona and driving back to our new home (for at least this year) all began two and a half weeks ago. We pulled up in perfect Bellingham fashion with rain pouring down in mid-July to a first time view of this quaint farmhouse. Our friends came by to welcome us andContinue reading “Our New Table: Home”
The Best Secret in Being Hospitable
I am in Arizona. I had plans of what my time here would look like. Trips to see old high school friends swirled in my head. Inviting people over after my girls were asleep to do some cooking classes (this last one has never been vocalized till now). I have had the want to cram asContinue reading “The Best Secret in Being Hospitable”
I Choose Love
In my freshman year of high school, our family moved from my hometown of Yuma, Arizona to Fountain Valley, California. The name Fountain Valley is exactly the image you are currently conjuring up; hence, the pit in my stomach to move there. Everything preppy, cliquish, and feeling like a square peg ramming into a roundContinue reading “I Choose Love”
Being a Visionary is to Enjoy the Process!
Enjoy the process! So far this year I have on more than one occasion heard from God about “the process.” I see where I want to go with parenting & being a wife, with my writing, with teaching, with the gamut. As I told Ben, “It’s like walking into a room scattered with clothes andContinue reading “Being a Visionary is to Enjoy the Process!”
Moon Mission Birthday Party which is Unpinable
Ever since July, V has been planning her seventh birthday party. Yes, that means six months. She became fascinated with the moon in those summer months and it only grew exponentially. So naturally, I began looking at Pinterest for ideas, while keeping in mind the Martha Stewart Kids Magazine I still owned with an astronautContinue reading “Moon Mission Birthday Party which is Unpinable”
Backdoor Hospitality 