My first year working for a large church in Arlington, Virginia, my husband and I ate Christmas lunch off the rollers at a 7-Eleven. Tradition dictated that the newest priest on staff lead the Christmas morning service and I had started working at the church that November. My first Christmas celebrated outside of my home…
Tag: Christmas
Grandpa’s Jars
A midweek fiction offering for you. I wrote this to share at this year’s Soil and Water Conservation District Christmas party. I value my family’s ability to live close to the land and honor its many gifts. As you consider your many blessings at the close of the year, lift a prayer of gratitude and…
Pleasantness and the Post Office
You’ll call me a liar but the most refreshing part of my week was just spent in the post office. That’s saying something considering I also had the first pedicure this week that I’ve had in three months. Tina soaked and scrubbed my feet then painted my toes an appropriate holiday red, bringing me physical…
Leave Up the Tree, Paint Some Eggs, or Carve a Pumpkin. It’s your joy!
It’s the season after Epiphany. We finally toted our Christmas tree down to the basement yesterday. It’s almost February and, I suppose, “past” time to put the Christmas trappings away but we were enjoying it and honestly didn’t have time and had even less energy for it before now.Before Christmas we observed an annual tradition…
Prayerful Kitchen 