Books and Such

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All It Takes, The Heart of Hospitality

The heart of the gospel is rooted in hospitality; and at the core, both the heart of the gospel and hospitality are simple. They both invite the weary, the messy, the brokenhearted, the questioning to come and find rest. They both welcome the stranger and offer refuge for our souls.  ~ Jen Schmidt, Craving Connections It's late in the afternoon when I finally find a quiet pocket of time to...

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Biscuits, Eggs, and Becoming Family

White walls and a 80s multicolored afghan were all that greeted me in my new bedroom offered to me by virtual strangers. It had been two months since my parents had kicked me out of their home, leaving me stranded with nothing but a bunch of trash bags filled with my childhood stuffed animals and the fifty dollar check I had gotten from my job I worked at once a...

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Tasting Grace in The Kitchen

In the kitchen. So much of life happens there. We celebrate the good times and mourn the sorrowful times over plates laden with food. Homework papers are returned to the classroom, randomly decorated by ketchup splatters. Friendships and romances happen over coffee and dessert. The kitchen is always the heartbeat of any home-based gathering, even when there is generous conversation space in the living room or the deck outside. I...

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2nd Annual Summer Reading Book Club {And A Giveaway}

Last Sunday I dragged a lawn chair outside onto the blacktop driveway with the intention of soaking up the afternoon warmth. Rubbing sunscreen between my palms, I smeared it across my nose and cheeks, cupping it beneath my chin and down my neck. I tipped my head back and squinted up at the blue sky through my smeary sunglasses.  On days like this, I feel sure life is a fountain. ~Christie Purifoy I...

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The Lifegiving Home {A Giveaway}

What makes a home is the life shared there, wherever that may be. And cultivating the life of home requires intentionality, planning and design. The Lifegiving Home, Sally & Sarah Clarkson My daughter had been asking me for days to help her make cinnamon bread from scratch. Actually, it wasn't entirely her idea. The whole idea came about because when she asked me to buy the pre-made cinnamon bread that...

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Metaphors and Magnolias

I am an artist, not so much by trade or training, but mostly by way of how I see the world. I think in color and process through pictures. I know we’re not all wired this way. Thank the Lord for the list-makers and the thinkers and the logic-loving linear people of this world. But as for me, I long to live my life lingering always in certain metaphors: the...

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Roots And Sky: Finding Home

We are born hungry. Hunger is the language of our infancy. Even adolescence can be summed up as a period of growing restlessness. But it takes years, a lifetime perhaps, to understand what we truly hunger for. To know the precise dimensions of that which will satisfy us. (Christie Purifoy, Roots & Sky) In the recent days, for a number of reasons, I've been thinking about hunger--holy hunger and how...

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Tea and Toast: Why We Love to Read About Food

Some of my favorite memories of life around the table involve foods I’ve never eaten and gatherings I’ve never attended. Only murmur the words sardines on toast, and I will sigh with pleasure. I have never tasted that precise combination, but many times I have sat by the fire with Lucy and Mr. Tumnus, warming my hands with a teacup and listening to the sleepy singing of his flute. I...

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A Mother Finds Her Way Home

 I’m sitting and drinking my tea from the Korean mug, the house breathing around me. I’m reading Anne Lamott’s Traveling Mercies, but for a moment I fold the page, close the cover, lean back and remember Korean days: that tiny square apartment beside the fire station, stamps in our passports and as many countries as possible stitched onto my backpack. I had studied the Lonely Planet guidebook and learned the...

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God {Only} Knows

Eight years ago, I faced down my fears, got over my flimsy excuses, and decided to get to know my neighbors. I knocked on door after door after door, introducing myself up and down Rosewood and Longwood and Redwood Drives. (Yes, all of our streets are called something-wood and yes, it’s impossible to have a pizza delivered.) I invited my neighbors to an Open House—nothing fancy, just trying to make...

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