Posts tagged "gratitude"

On Learning to Trust When Vision isn’t Clear

It’s easy to praise when the fruit is visible, when new buds break through hard soil, and affirmation from others comes in like a rushing wave. It’s easy to praise His name when life is steady, our calling is clear, and the direction of where to go is marked. But what happens when it all feels wonky? When our dreams feel foolish and we begin doubting the very place we...

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After The Storm

My father’s big hands light a hurricane lamp and pull a porch chair closer to his. With a gentle touch on my shoulder, he bids me sit. Trembling joints remind me I have not rested once today. Crackling portable radio grates against my ears, still squawking emergency broadcast After-Disaster instructions. He places a paper plate and a cup of water in front of me on a t.v. tray and urges...

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Preparing The Soul For Celebration

I know enough about myself and about the holidays to know that I am in for one wild, messy, joy-filled, tear-streaked ride. One thing I need, more than anything, is to keep my eyes on the prize. And I so wrote this as a commission to my own soul. I thought maybe your soul could bump bright against it too. This season, may I choose celebration and the joy of...

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We Are All Picky Eaters

The Ten Commandments say nothing about picky eaters. I know this, yet I’ll be honest and tell you I just now double checked to be sure. Now I want to attach an asterisk at “honor your father and your mother, so that you may live long” (Ex 20:12). Surely, eating all of your broccoli is implied? I remain convinced that picky eating is a serious moral flaw, even if there was...

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Meals As Enacted Salvation

Food and rebellion go well together - toddlers who throw the peas or chew then spew their sweet potato bites; teenagers turn up their noses at a prepared meal that includes green stuff, and sometimes even husbands scoot their salad around their dish like so much snow in a wintry driveway. What is your relationship with food? Author Tim Chester reminds us that sin distorts all our relationships, "...including our...

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A Confession of a Ragamuffin Princess

I am not a tidy Christian. My faith is tried and tested, battered and bruised...a totter of belief dogged by doubt. There have been seasons I've flirted with walking away from it all (as if I could), thinking it a better way to raise my babies and order our family, but toying with dangerous thoughts and heretical ideas. And yet... and yet... God. When I've slogged through those valleys of...

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Labors Of Love [Bringing Ourselves To The Banquet]

There are so many things I want to say about grace and hospitality. Words on savoring and feasting and gathering. Y'all these are some of my favorite words. I stumbled and stammered while preparing to share my heart. I stood at the pantry shelf, frozen. Not knowing whether to sprinkle in cumin or curry. Or sea salt or Morton’s. I am the hostess in the kitchen, behind closed doors fretting...

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Practice Hospitality [A Gift For You]

We don't practice hospitality to point other people to ourselves, our church, or even our beliefs. We practice hospitality to point people toward the ultimate welcome that God gives every person through Christ. ~Holly Sprink The day GraceTable launched, we said that we'd saved you a seat. The funny thing is, what it feels like most of the time, is that it's YOU who have saved us a seat. We're...

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With An Unbound Open Heart

I remember when I first met you. You came bounding through the parking lot to try out CrossFit for the first time. I was standing outside trying to string my double unders together. You came right up to me, like I was the new one – not you. You smiled big at me and said, “Oh girl, what are you trying to do with that rope. That just ain’t happening.”...

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Friendship On Purpose {And A Giveaway}

It's the late afternoon when we roll into the city. None of us have eaten in I-don't-know-how-many-hours, our bellies rumbling with anticipation. The gentlemen is ready at the ticket stand to whisk our bags onto the luggage cart and spin us around through the revolving door with a practiced efficiency.  We're giggly, like school girls, away for the weekend without our usual entourage of children, eleven and under. We're breathing easier...

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