Scrolling through the news. Scarfing down meals. Shuttling kids to programs and practices. After a frantic autumn, I feel like I’m doing everything half-cocked. I’m trying to slow down this holiday season by rediscovering what it looks like to feast with the King.
Frantic. The way we scarf our meals. The time we spend swiping and clicking on the web. The article after article of partially chewed information jammed down our throats in humungous gulps. The tug of war in dietary perspectives. The spine-cracking political roller-coaster with its violent whiplash and wooden frame that threatens to collapse atContinue reading “On True Contentment in a Frantic World”