Job 33 I use my mother's hand thrown stoneware bowl; she gave it to me when Gram's pink Pyrex bowl broke. Mom's bowl is taller than Gram's old Pyrex, so kneading the dough is a bit tricky. But I don't knead the dough anymore - I have gained bread wisdom since the first rough loaves … Continue reading The Taste of Bread
Steadfast
Steadfast
Job 15 Do we get tired of ourselves, the sound of our own voices, the mix-tape on a loop in our brain, accusing, maybe excusing ourselves? Does our inner criticism wear us down? Do the words and opinions of others, even those dear to us, crush us, maybe break us? We have read the accusations … Continue reading Steadfast
Christina Grubb 