On Kitchen Counters and Simple Delights
Day 9 in a month-long series on Cultivating Sanctuary. For many years, I was a “clean the kitchen counters in the morning” girl. I always felt that ...
Day 9 in a month-long series on Cultivating Sanctuary. For many years, I was a “clean the kitchen counters in the morning” girl. I always felt that ...
Five years ago, walking up a street on Queen Anne hill in Seattle, I came to a corner house with a second lot as its backyard. I found myself frozen in wonder, ...
Hungry and tired, she waited for the campus bus, the visible world reduced to the lamp light’s reach. The chill made her burrow deeper into her jacket, th...
As the days grow shorter and the slight chill weaves its way through yellowing leaves, I dream of cozy evenings, firelight, soft woolens, and holiday meals with...
Where there is no beauty, put beauty, and you will find beauty. –Francis of Assisi, adapted. One of the books I read when I began to explore church and fa...
When I think how close I came to not taking my apartment, I marvel at God’s patient persistence and the grace gift of faith. I’ve moved nearly every...
I’ve always been a “I’ll do it in the morning” kind of person. Dishes stayed in the sink and on the counter until I shuffled out into th...
My first place I called home after college was also called The Hedge among those in my college Christian fellowship. I’ve lived in many places and had the...