Rest

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On Rest And Going Slow

“ Mom, what’s for dinner? Will dad be home? Is there going to be garlic? You know I don’t like garlic!” Questions pinged one after the other from the backseat of our suburban as I shuffled my girls home from ballet class. I ran through the evening’s logistics in my head, unsure of how to answer. Would Josh’s meeting run late or would he join us for dinner tonight? How...

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Advent: Waiting, Listening, and Hearing

wait (verb): to look forward to eagerly “Advent: the time to listen for footsteps – you can’t hear footsteps when you’re running yourself.” Bill McKibben "I am hunkering down right now. I don't know where I am. This year has been hard. I have not lived this year as I wanted to; I have had to live this year as I needed to with all that has been going on." A...

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Simple Hospitality

I walk through the freezer section of the grocery aisles and consider what foods might be an option for my family over the next few days. I don’t have the fire within me to make something fresh, and if I’m honest, it feels like that flame has flickered low for awhile now. I prefer things from scratch and my heart longs to give my very best in everything while doing...

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On the Practice of Ruminating to Save Your Sanity

Back home in London, after traveling through five states for a book tour in the US, I stand in the kitchen and gaze through the window, watching pedestrians wrap arms around waists. Attempting to harness warmth that a brisk wind violates, their boots and wool coats reveal any hope of a lingering autumn. Staring at strangers out the window as wine sauce reduces on the stove is required mental work...

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The Return Home

Less than a week ago we were eight hours from home vacationing on the shores of the Atlantic. This morning I dropped my daughter at school for her first day of first grade. That means summer break is officially over at our house. My brain and my body aren't sure what to make of the rapid change of pace and scenery. I feel a bit like the rug (or beach towel)...

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What Hospitality Looks Like in a Castle

As a writer, I abhor a cliché, and I am no fan of idioms and proverbs. I prefer my words fresh and perhaps a little startling. I like words that wake us up and rattle our usual ways of thinking and seeing. We say if these walls could talk, but what if the creaky floorboards have more important things to declare? We say a man’s home is his castle, but...

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3 Reasons to Rest from Hospitality

A few years ago, shortly after I moved to South Carolina, I welcomed my extended family over for dinner during one of their annual summer visits to our resort community. As I was giving my Dad a tour of our beautiful new house, traipsing through the huge master bathroom and delighting in our spacious kitchen, I pointed out how worn the carpet was in most every room. I lamented about...

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More From Less

Yesterday morning, before a three hour afternoon of summer planning with five people and our nine children and a two hour dinner with thirty people in my house, I made the coffee and helped unload the trailer at the church with more people. I then made a mad dash across the railroad tracks to pick up people for service and upon returning, I had a moment of brazen humanity in...

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When Hospitality Is Hard To Do

When it comes to hospitality, my husband is more likely to desire large crowds with lots of activity and I’m more likely to request a quiet meeting in a personal setting. Perhaps we could get together at a restaurant or a coffee shop? Maybe it will be just you and I. Or maybe one or two others. Neither of these inclinations are wrong, just different. Over the years I’ve done plenty of...

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Rest – The Bravest Form of Hospitality

I messed up last week. I was sitting in my Research Methods class trying to understand terminology that makes my head hurt. I had been at school since eight thirty that morning and it was pushing 7:00 p.m. I was fighting my second bout of an irritating cough, the first having felled me on Christmas Day.  I. So. Don't. Have. Time. for more sickness. I felt ragged, like someone had wrung...

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