Step right up, ladies and gents! Today only, we’re showing you how to make a month’s worth of freezer-friendly dinners in only two hours!
Meal prep is a fairly recent phenomenon consisting of planning, purchasing, cooking, and assembling large amounts of grub at once so that meals throughout the week lose the meltdown quotient for everyone involved. It’s not a complicated concept, but it can get pretty crazy.
It used to bug me that I couldn’t wrap my mind around God’s mind. Now it’s one of the most comforting and hope-filled facts of my existence. Why?
Imagine a toddler who can fully comprehend everything her parents think, a tiny child with adult understanding. Not only does she realize she can’t have cookies for breakfast; it’s also clear to her what role nutrition plays in each level of her physical and cognitive development, which ingredients make up the cookies in question, and how to cook a gourmet version of the much more practical option of oatmeal.
An amazing story waits for women in Luke 10. Two sisters with very different heart orientations host Jesus in their home, and despite His guest status, He ends up tending to both of their souls in a way that only the Great Home Maker could. Here’s my creative take on what these famous sisters might have been like.
(This post was originally published on the Baptist Convention of New England’s blog on November 7, 2019. You can find it here.)
For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under heaven: a time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance.
(Ecclesiastes 3:1, 4)
One thing very few people prioritize when preparing to enter the realm of full-time service is the necessity of emotional engagement. Many ministers consider solid theology and practical know-how the two mighty pillars on which a lifetime of shepherding can be built, but without a practical theology of suffering and celebration, a pastor (and his family) can easily crumble from the inside out.
When October swishes out of town with her black mask of sequins and feathers, November bustles in bedecked in an apron and armed with a giant crock of soup. She gathers community hearthside, eyes shining at the joys to be doubled and the sorrows to be halved throughout the greying days ahead. Claim a soft blanket, grab your marshmallow roasters, and cozy on up.
He heaves a sigh and rolls his eyes—again—as you pray over dinner. The church doors open, and you step in alone. Hearing about how other couples read their Bibles together over coffee makes you tear up.
Spiritual singleness is a painful reality for many wives. Could God have a plan even for this? How might you use your situation for the best?