We do a weekly potluck brunch at our church and sometimes I'm the one bringing a bag of chips and sometimes it's the good stuff. But if the kids who put their hands in the food have been through the line already, I try to hold out til lunch.
God's grace in an all-too-relatable image: "I glance again at my potato salad, / feeling the sharp edge of embarrassed undeserving." You have a gift for drawing your reader in with laughter, then leaving that reader with something stark and holy to hold in her hands.
Gosh, Kate, I love what you write and how you write it.
Aw, thank you, Amelia!!!
"With a mighty, angling flop, I land a slice across my plate."
"In an obscure kitchen, a pair of unknown hands baked this cake without any hope or thought of repayment".
"Now this scandalous indulgence sings out salvation like a gospel choir..."
Perfection! I love this poem!
Wow, thank you, Andi!!! I love that you included the parts that resonated--so encouraging!
Just... Delicious !!! Thank You Jesus that i-- who am so like that thief -- am welcomed into Your Family!
Thanks for reading and commenting, Kay!
We do a weekly potluck brunch at our church and sometimes I'm the one bringing a bag of chips and sometimes it's the good stuff. But if the kids who put their hands in the food have been through the line already, I try to hold out til lunch.
You are a wise woman, Renee.
*poetry snaps, poetry snaps*
Haha, thanks, Anneli!
Potato-salad self 😂. I can totally relate. Love this story.
Thanks, Karen!
God's grace in an all-too-relatable image: "I glance again at my potato salad, / feeling the sharp edge of embarrassed undeserving." You have a gift for drawing your reader in with laughter, then leaving that reader with something stark and holy to hold in her hands.
Thanks for these encouraging words, Heather! 💕
Beautiful!
Thanks, Rebecca!