For years, I strived to host perfect holiday parties, as if they were an exam to pass. Hours before guests arrived, I dressed the table with my porcelain best, each item set precisely in its place.
One evening a few years ago, my husband and I hosted our first church small group. A warm plate of banana-oat chocolate chip muffins tempted us from the kitchen counter;
In follow-up of last week’s post on expanding our territory through hospitality, I invite you to consider the various ways to reach out to others.
Last fall, Andy and I made the wonderful decision to serve on the Frontlines Missions’ March 2015 Guatemala mission trip. This September reminds me of the planning and preparation phases, and prompted me to write more about some of my Guatemala experiences here.
With a big question mark, I gazed at the two suitcases resting on the truck’s backseat. Am I forgetting something? I picked up my carry-on.
I wrote this piece in early March, while Andy and I were in the process of packing for the mission trip to Guatemala.
This post was written several weeks ago, as my husband and I prepared for our mission trip to Campur, Guatemala. My husband and I were just friends, eleven years ago, when we sat across the picnic table from each other at the ice cream parlor.