These cookie cutters were designed to fit neatly into a little round tin (see a picture of this in my previous post). Together they provide variety and are well-rounded.
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The goal is to live and love well out of our Strengths and out of the love we receive from Christ!
These cookie cutters were designed to fit neatly into a little round tin (see a picture of this in my previous post). Together they provide variety and are well-rounded.
Continue reading “A Variety of Shapes {CliftonStrengths Non-Talents}”
For any moms of young children, I encourage you to get involved in a moms’ group this fall! It was one of the best things I did when my girls were little. This post is for you. Even if we don’t have young children, we still need community! We all have times when it takes courage to step out.
I was nervous the first time I visited the mom’s group at our church with my baby girl. I was tired and anxious, still new to the rhythms of motherhood. It was hard getting out the door and to something on time!
It took effort and courage, but Ellie and I made it there. Afterwards, I was so glad I went! We kept going back, and this group became community for both me and my girls in the next few years.

It’s so easy for us women to hold back and not join community. This is true not only when our children are small, but all through life! Continue reading “Step out into community!”
This little tin of cookie cutters belonged to my namesake, great-grandmother Kathryn. A few of her kitchen gadgets have been passed down to me, and now find a home in my kitchen pantry. One cookie cutter is missing in this set, but originally each differently shaped piece was designed to fit together perfectly within this tin.

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Does anyone know what kind of flower this is? I saw it while I was in California this spring for a Gallup CliftonStrengths coaching course. I hadn’t seen one of these before, and it caught my attention as being peculiar and out-of-the-ordinary.
The lights are red in every lane. No one is moving. There is no choice but to wait. We’d prefer to keep hitting green lights, to keep moving forward and get where we want to go.
But it’s not all about us. There are other people, in other lanes, getting their green lights while we sit at a red light. There is a practical plan with traffic lights; we understand the pattern that promises our lane will get a turn to go.