When I find myself in a ruminating place, I make soup. I don't know why but something about it makes me feel calm. This month I made my ​mom's lentil soup​ because it felt like a good way to remember her. May the season remind us all we are loved by a Father who understands tender days.

Instead of more news in my life, I decided to pick up more books. If you need a break too, here are a few ideas for encouraging reads.

Despite having almost nothing to contribute on a mission trip, I learned all that mattered is I had a willing heart. Here’s my story.

What do you do for no good reason? Here's the story of my mother's massive cookbook collection and why I couldn't bear to part with it.

Recently someone asked me, "what's your story?" I wanted to give a surface answer, but sharing in a deeper way invited a real connection.