Grace in the Weeds: The Kitchen Table Altar

Rhythms for an Unbounded Life

I felt an almost-hush around me, as I sat in my swing chair, sipping my coffee, hot with just the right splash of Sweet Cream, watching as my kids doused their waffles in syrup and chocolate chips and pranced around in their faded Christmas pajamas.

We weren’t rushing to get into our Sunday morning church uniforms of khaki pants, pullover shirts, and flu…