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Saturday Confession: About that Apple Core
This first appeared at Christians Read. While I’m in the middle of unpacking boxes and getting things set up in our new home, our youngest asked if she could have an apple. She’s on a Granny Smith kick these days and likes me to cut it up. I have a Pampered Chef slicer that…
Don’t Miss This: Catch of a Lifetime by Candee Fick
I wanted to introduce a monthly feature where I share a book that I want to make sure you take notice of and hopefully purchase. Think Oprah on a budget. 🙂 I kick things off with the debut romance from Candee Fick, Catch of a Lifetime. My book review will post tomorrow but here’s a…
Sabbath Sunday: That Brilliant Sun
Each Sunday I share my own nature photo along with a thought or two about God’s love for you. January in NE Ohio probably isn’t a top tourist destination stop. It’s often known for cloud cover, and this year, we saw several days where the windchill was -30. Yet, here’s this picture. From January. Brilliant…
Savoring the Not-So-Perfect Life by Michelle Rayburn
Savoring the Not-So-Perfect Life by Michelle Rayburn (For September 10 – National TV Dinner Day) When I was young, my mother cooked most meals from scratch, baked six loaves of bread every week and canned enough vegetables to feed the neighborhood if we ever had to retreat to a bomb shelter. But on…
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Free Gift for You: Crumbs and Embers
I not only write, I read a lot. Last year I spent a lot of time researching blogs and reading up on marketing. The names to follow—the Michael Hyatt, Jeff Goins—say the same thing: growing an email list is the wisest marketing move to make. If Jeff Zuckerberg decides to shut Facebook down tomorrow or…
Sabbath Sunday: Hope
Each Sunday I share my own nature picture along with a couple words about God’s love for you. It was a rough winter. There was the snow. And the ice. Then the cold. And more cold. The endless, brutal, cold. When the winds blew, the sleet pelting my cheek, I wondered if it would ever…
