One time I made marshmallows and there was a double boiler involved and that made me angry. Three different stages of temperature control and heating and cooling took place and by the end of it all, I decided I’d never, ever make them again. That is until the 5-minute homemade marshmallow came into my life.
Despite that fact that I’d rather be gardening, let’s face it, Christmas is upon us. I love the beautiful Advent season at hand, don’t get me wrong, but I begin to feel anxiety when my feet and hands haven’t touched the warm earth in too long and (shutter) it’s not even the first day of
It is Finished: My husband delivered a few meditations at our Good Friday service yesterday, and as I sat there with my three fussing children, crayon wrappers littering the aisle, the smell of a poopy diaper wafting through the air, I listened passionately to the words he shared with the congregation. And then, tears began to