What I lack in a history of sexual sin I make up for in a thousand other ways, as named here. I am greatly in need of grace.
This summer, our family was given the gift of a photoshoot by a friend of ours who is just setting up his side gig of photography.
You know deep in your bones that what he is thinking or doing or feeling or chasing is going to land him in deep guano sooner or later.
We do not want to be apart. For each member of our family, including him, this is the hardest part of our sacrifice. We love him, and he loves us.
How those who loved you waited! Curled themselves into knots of childish longing – and then went home alone.
It means so much to me that Jesus rose – that He is alive with us in the baby snuggles and the new crocuses and the mocha cupcakes.
It was an interesting experiment, but to be honest, that part wasn’t worth it. It made me think and care too much about food.
While I stood there by our built-in cabinet, I sensed something tickly at my forehead, and pulled back to look…
I’m building a launch team for my new book, and I’m wondering if you’d like to partner with me by joining it!
Here’s something we did with a New York cheesecake I made. The first half, we ate with cherry pie filling, because what could be better?