when hospitality is a safe place for waiting: a grace table post
When I was four-years-old, my family moved to a large house on a dirt road in a small province in the Philippines. The leaves of mango trees were glossy green, and coconut trees reached their branches for the clouds. On the hot days of the dry season, we felt the sweat trickle down our necks … Read more when hospitality is a safe place for waiting: a grace table post
