Cooking = Love

Cooking = Love

According to my husband, “I’m always hungry.”
According to my children, “If you don’t want seconds, you’re not our mom!”

It’s no secret that I love food—cooking it, eating it, serving it, reading about it, photographing it, and when I’m feeling especially ambitious, growing it. There’s something sacred about receiving what the earth has to offer and truly relishing its goodness. Good food nourishes the body and has unending potential for nourishing the soul.

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5 Reasons Why Your Pastor is Burnt Out

5 Reasons Why Your Pastor is Burnt Out

1. You expect every single aspect of the church experience to be catered to your unique needs, taste, and preferences. Of course we all see the world, and our churches, from our unique perspective of taste, past experience, and desires. Yet a church is made up of all kinds of people, and is also poised to engage with those who haven’t even shown up yet. Your church isn’t, and should be, catered to YOU specifically—and when each of us has this expectation, it becomes impossible for a pastor to ‘win’ or make anyone happy. What’s the big deal, you say? The phrase “death by a thousand paper cuts” comes to mind.

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Hometown Love: Traverse City, MI

Hometown Love: Traverse City, MI

Currently I’m packed into a little moving box squashed between beach bags, tennis rackets, golf clubs, suitcases, and my family. There’s also a basil plant sitting between my feet—but that’s a long story. We’ve listened to every song known to man, the swish of passing cars, and the hum of a snoring pug.

And we’re almost there.

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Reliable, Beautiful, Simplicity (and a bonus recipe)

Reliable, Beautiful, Simplicity (and a bonus recipe)

Guest Post: Anne Charlton

Most often, in those moments, I was just as unwilling to search for that beauty as I was worried about everything I could not control. That’s a bleak place to be, y’all. I buzzed with discontent, literally and figuratively hungry for something to fill my body with calm.

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Enough With Tolerance

Enough With Tolerance

I leaned over to my husband, who had been at the church since early in the morning—we hadn’t talked yet, and gave him the look of “Oh my goodness … What happened?” 

He whispered back, each word a wound to the heart. “Worst mass shooting… gay nightclub… loyal to ISIS… 50 dead... hostages…”                           

My heart felt like it would implode. 
I was devastated—I was heartbroken.
But surprisingly, I wasn’t confused.

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To Be Found

To Be Found

Guest Post: Carissa Woodwyk

That teeny, tiny little baby - born from the womb of a woman, by the seed of a man.

That teeny, tiny little baby - born from two people, connected to two people, displaced by two people.

That teeny, tiny little baby - born in her homeland country, so far away from the place she calls home.

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