It was January of 1989 as my friend, Darlene, and I stood in the kitchen. We were focused on a little stick that would tell us whether or not I was pregnant.
I was a mix of emotions—nervous, worried, hopeful, anxious, and insecure.
It was January of 1989 as my friend, Darlene, and I stood in the kitchen. We were focused on a little stick that would tell us whether or not I was pregnant.
I was a mix of emotions—nervous, worried, hopeful, anxious, and insecure.
It’s time to whet your appetite, tease your taste buds, and get you inspired! In a few weeks, I have a guest on the 4:13 Podcast who you will love, but before she joins us, I asked her to share some good stuff about food for the new year. I knew that if I was impacted by this, you will be too.
My friend, Margaret Feinberg, has been uncovering delicious insights in her new book and Bible study, Taste and See: Discovering God Among Bakers, Butchers, and Fresh Food Makers, and I asked her to share a few with you here. I hope you enjoy her as much as I do!
Pull up a chair … take it away, Margaret!
The dawn of the new year often stirs dreams and hopes and resolutions, but it can expose places of brokenness and pain too. For me, one of those spaces is food and my weight.
Have you ever had squeaky cheese? I had my first taste of Wisconsin’s squeaky cheese, plain and fried! Also, we had a dusting of snow while we were there Friday evening – winter is near!
We just wrapped up our fifth Fresh Grounded Faith of the fall season, and it was a great weekend! The Good Lord gave the vision of this conference to a 100-seating-church lady, Jeanne Wagner. She stepped out in faith and found our host venue High Point Church with Heather Thompson co-leading the event with her. It was such a blessing to see how the Lord used them mightily! I am so proud of them.
It was so fun being back in Florida — I grew up in that great state and I still have sand in my shoes! The breeze was balmy and the women were as warm as that Florida sunshine. It was so sweet to be with old friends from college and family and dear women who I served with in ministry during the big hair days! God was with us.
It is so good to be back in Fresh Grounded Faith season! What a fun group of ladies! I love those Tennessee sisters — they make me feel like I’ve come home to hang out with my BFFs that I haven’t seen in years. It was exactly what we needed for our first FGF this month. God is good.
Our volunteers rocked, as did their fearless leader, Sabrina Stamper. Big thanks to all of you! And while I’m at it, thank you to First Baptist Church Lenoir City and the four co-host churches for loving us so well.
And I had some of my favorite people with me this weekend…
In case you missed it, I’m officially a GiGi! I am just beside myself with joy, and I have no time to write because I am holding a sweet baby boy. So I asked my smart, fun, lovely friend Margaret Feinberg to help me out — she’s going to share with you on the blog today. She’s hung out with us before, and I know you love her as much as I do.
But, girl, today, she is going to share with you how to not only live the life you long for, but write about it, too. I have met so many of you who say you want to write a book or a blog and my girl, Margaret, can help you do just that — in the most brilliant way. So, enjoy what she has to say and let me know what you think!
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My husband, Leif, is from Alaska. We spent the first five years of marriage living in his hometown of Sitka as well as the capital, Juneau. In each of these towns, cruise ships arrived throughout the summer.
On the busiest days, more than 20,000 people would disembark those ships and fill the tiny towns. The majority of visitors were in their 60s, 70s, and 80s. Many were barely able to walk. Some dragged an oxygen tank behind them.
I found myself welling with admiration for these feisty travelers. They fought hard to realize their lifelong dream of visiting Alaska. Way to be courageous. Way to overcome obstacles.
But the longer we stayed in Alaska, the more I heard these amazing visitors repeat the same story: They had lived their whole lives with a bucket list. Alaska was always in the top five things they wanted to do, but it never reached number one.
By the time they arrived, they physically couldn’t participate in the activities, tours, and hikes that reveal Alaska’s most splendid beauty. They couldn’t hike into the ice caves of Mendenhall glacier to see the mesmerizing sapphires of ancient winters’ beauty. They were unable to kayak along the shore with seals splashing alongside. They couldn’t hike the mountains’ crest to behold Alaska’s rugged coastline while munching on sweet wild salmonberries.
Why do I share that?