A Place of Prayer


An image of an old man praying over a loaf of bread hung in our kitchen all my years of growing up.  We never talked about it.  I stared at it often – but for no particular reason.  However, now that I am older with a family of my own, this image is pressed firmly in my mind, and I appreciate the subtle impact it had on me as a child.

Today was the first day in probably 20 years that I have thought of this image.  Since starting this blog a few days ago, I’ve been thinking a lot about what happens around the kitchen table.  This morning it wasn’t just a table to sit at while I ate, I saw it as a place of prayer. Continue reading


Snow Day


I woke up to a few very welcome inches of snow this morning. So beautiful.  But that meant it also gave me a little extra time to actually fix a breakfast for my son this morning (usually it’s grabbing a banana or stopping through the drive thru). Continue reading