he book assumes every broken person walking into our home needs to be fixed, saved, or converted. I feel hospitality is what we pay to live on this earth. And it’s service to anyone where I am merely the hands and feet of Jesus and nothing more. Overall impression: Liked it.
Last week I was blessed to have this guest post at The Mudroom.
Wiens isn’t afraid to write on privilege, identifying with the Egyptians and not the Israelites, and many other important concepts. I can’t recommend this book enough. Let it be next on your never ending list of reading.
Head over to the Redbud Post published by the Redbud Writers Guild. Along with my article, “On Theology, Food, and Storytelling” you’ll find other beautiful and important articles for the August Theme: A Holy Recipe: Reflections on Food, Family, and God’s Boundless Blessings.
Here I sit in the middle of another road asking God what he needs me to do. All he whisper is, “Try.”
What happens next? I made so many encouraging connections at the Five Minute Friday retreat. I can’t wait to see how God continues to flourish our friendships. I’m truly blessed by knowing these woman. They are dear to my heart.
I loved the diversity of animals used to capture the reader’s attention. The spiritual message wasn’t overwhelming, which I greatly appreciated. I would absolutely recommend this beautiful book to others. I’m elated to add it to my daughter’s bookshelf.
There is so much good in the world we don’t often see or hear about. When we showed up at the site at our neighborhood Wal-Mart, my eyes flooded and not one dry eye was present in our family vehicle. As we rounded the corner in the parking lot, water bottles, water jugs, teddy bears, roses, and crosses all beautifully adorned the space we now found ourselves in.
While I worship with and write with these incredible women, I miss my family something fierce. I miss my husband and his voice, help, laugh and love. The above is for him. Miss you, love. See you soon.
My heart couldn’t take neither labor. I could have lost them both – seventeen years ago and eight months ago. Darkness looks the same when your heart stops beating and when you lay curled on the floor wishing life to deal you just one day free of a mangled reality. We are not born of flesh and tissue when the evolution of spirit, kingdom, and breath spark a condition perfectly enough to make life inside of the belly of our soul.