manicotti, chopsticks, and a recipe…

manicotti, chopsticks, and a recipe…

Tomatoes. Garlic. Parsley. Olive oil. Mozzerella. Basil. Kosher salt. Garlic. It had been several years since my dysfunctional break up with Satan ended, but the conversation around the dinner table in Florence, Italy haunted me: once I learned how to cook, I’d learn...
cultivate…

cultivate…

I climbed out of my blue Kia I rented from Enterprise, grabbed my laptop, and checked in at registration. First trip to Chicago, first communication conference, first time I desperately needed help traversing the world wide web for more than email or Internet surfing....

friday vlog: grace…

It’s Friday morning and the sky in Portland is grey and cloudy. But it’s beautiful. Layers and layers of clouds dropping heavy drops of cleansing water on the city to wash the streets and quench the trees and saturate us who walk from corner to corner....

100 word wednesday: why i need my husband…

I hate admitting that I need my husband. [As in, I cringe at the admission of dependency upon someone.] But if I’m honest with myself I could be the I’M LOST poster child when we travel. Here are 100 words to prove this: OH NO! I didn’t print out my...
fear and dreams…

fear and dreams…

Me: I want to do [______________] and I can’t. Him: What’s stopping you from doing it? Me: I don’t know. I can’t explain it… Him: I don’t know you well, but I can tell you know what it is. And I’m pushing you to articulate...
at the end of myself…

at the end of myself…

God delights in using ordinary Christians who come to the end of themselves and choose to trust in his extraordinary provision. He stands ready to allocate his power to all who are radically dependent on him and radically devoted to making much of him. —David...

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