Kristin Schell
“Get down from that tree! We don’t have time for a trip to the ER today!” I holler my no-time-for-contingencies mantra a dozen times a week. Maybe more. Of course I don’t mind the Littles climbing the magnolia tree—it’s truly the best climbing tree around. It’s when they scurry past the two-story roof line on days with no margin for the…
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Every Monday, during the most splendid season, a bounty of farm fresh goodies neatly packed in an old wooden basket awaits on my neighbor’s covered front porch. I walk under the scent of the blooming magnolias, past the turquoise table, and cross the street to fetch my CSA basket. I’ve lost track of how many years I’ve been a member…
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I haven’t cooked in a month of Sundays. Maybe more like two months of Sundays. I’m sure there is a pithy quote out there about the cook who can’t cook, but I’m not up for a google search. I’m trying to be still. To calm my restless heart and trust that I’m exactly where God wants me. Have you ever…
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