In My Grandmother’s Kitchen

Philippians 3:4b-14 In my grandmother’s kitchen, on the doorframe that leads into her pantry filled with our favorite cereals and canned goods older than my father, there are pencil marks. Some of them are faint, and some have been smudged by grubby little hands or faded by teenagers leaning against the wall. The marks startContinue reading “In My Grandmother’s Kitchen”