I finally finished crocheting my Emotional Support Chicken 😃 #crochet

I just made a crochet leggy frog :) Pattern by The Caffeinated Snail. #crochet

This may be one of the weirdest things I’ve ever made, but when someone you love is an anime fan, you have to crochet them a chainsaw dog. Meet Pochita. #crochet

Happy Hope the Church Copier Works Day to all who celebrate!

I finished my crochet project :) #crochet

One of my favorite Christmas memories from childhood is when my parents decided to cut out the stress of a big dinner and make what everyone in our house liked: tacos. Sometimes the standards we are holding ourselves to are life-sucking rather than life-giving.

This microwave peanut brittle is my go-to recipe every Christmas. Thanks for the recipe, King Arthur Baking Company!

Oh, look! I have Epiphany cheese!

Snickersnaps are so fun to make. I love the way each cookie is a little different #baking

Coffee, me, and the Christmas tree 🎄

Pistachio white chocolate craisin cookies! #baking

The kernels of strawberry popcorn are super sharp. Pulling the kernels off the cobs shredded my hands, but I’m super excited about how much we got. There’s something so satisfying about growing things yourself.

Felt cute. Might teach a bunch of women about Jael today.

We have grown other varieties of popcorn before and had no success with the kernels actually popping. It worked this time! So excited!

If you’re looking for gifts for people, I would recommend my book The Sacred Pulse: Holy Rhythms for Overwhelmed Souls. It’s on sale too :) a.co/d/88zaAKl

My super power is cutting a piece of cake in half, eating the half piece, and then going back for the other half.

This is how many kernels I’ve pulled off of four of the strawberry popcorn ears we grew this year. Only 26 ears of corn to go… #gardening

The northern lights!

Oh, hey. It’s 8:30 pm and my sermon isn’t finished yet. 😬🤣😭

Please don’t donate expired food, tattered clothes, broken items to charity. Junk for Jesus is still junk.

Woke up this morning to my fridge on the fritz, and I got pulled over for a broken taillight while I was on my way to the place to get it fixed. Happy Tuesday that thinks it’s a Monday to all who celebrate!

While on our walk, a tree was overwhelmed with chaotic chirping, tweeting, and rustling. It sounded like the tree was alive. Suddenly, a blue jay flew into the mix while squawking loudly. All the chirping stopped. Who knew blue jays were community noise ordinance enforcers?

What’s with the hate for Almond Joy? They are delicious…

Ms. Frizzle reporting for Halloween 🪐🚌

For those who are tender, And those who are afraid. For those who are anxious, And those who are alone. May we all be a little more kind.

“There are just some kind of men who-who're so busy worrying about the next world they've never learned to live in this one, and you can look down the street and see the results.” - Harper Lee, To Kill a Mockingbird

Down for the count with fever, headache, and sore throat. At least I have my buddy to hang out with me

My geranium never got the memo that the season is over. We’ve had a few hard freezes, and she hasn’t given up hope.

I’ve heard it said the only constant in life is change. I choose to believe that, while we can’t control everything that happens, we can still choose to work for positive change.

For anyone cheering the downfall of government helping programs and saying, “Churches and food pantries need to step up.” I agree we do need to step up. And we’re taking volunteers.

Normalize straying from talking points. People are more complex than bots and algorithms would have us believe.

Who is my neighbor? *The one about to lose SNAP benefits. *The parent about to lose WIC for their infant child. *The person detained because of their skin color. *The one who is ill and losing access to necessary treatments.

I’ve felt sad the last few days, but I made and shared cookies with a group. I’m making chili and cinnamon rolls tonight to feed the office for lunch tomorrow. Feeding people is my love language, and I won’t let the dumpster fire of the world or my emotional dysfunction take that away from me.

I accidentally said 6-7 at youth group tonight. Prayers and well wishes are appreciated.

These Pumpkin Oatmeal Besties are so good! Thanks for the recipe, B. Dylan Hollis!

I’m not one to use my car horn frequently, but when a person blows a stop sign and nearly causes an accident, it’s really unsatisfying to have a car horn that sounds like a kazoo.

Twinsies! #gardening

I just started roasting and puréeing pumpkins from my garden. I did the biggest pumpkin today and got almost 7 cups of pumpkin (just shy of 4 cans worth). #gardening

The annual pet blessing today was windy, but wonderful. Lots of doggy friends.

We are in a freeze watch for tomorrow night. So, today we started pulling out the garden. Here is some of the strawberry popcorn we grew. I love it so much! #gardening

We harvested the giant sunflower today. It was at least 12-13 feet tall after it started drooping. This is a Hopi purple dye sunflower. I want to try dyeing something with it. What should I make?

This chocolate beauty pepper is gorgeous! #gardening

It’s that time of year when my glasses fog up the second I go inside.

It’s been a busy baking day. One kid requested pumpkin banana bread. I had no idea that was a thing, but I found a recipe and made that. Jeff requested sharp cheddar and bell pepper bread. It got a little explode-y in the oven, but it smells great.

Pretty sure this headache was caused by barometric pressure changes. The moment it started raining = relief.

One of the best parts of making homemade cabbage pockets (runzas/bierocks) is making homemade cinnamon rolls with the rest of the dough. #homemade

Just a little grasshopper chilling out on his zinnia. #gardening

It’s the time of year when the garden harvest is hanging and drying all over the house.

I don’t think my phone has a hold on me until I hear my ringtone on someone else’s phone and instinctively start searching frantically for my phone.

It’s sermon writing time this morning, but my brain is broken. So, I guess I’ll just sit in the coffee shop, sipping my turmeric tea, and stare at the wall for a while. This is part of the process, right?