My history in homes

My history in homes

By Katie Ginn If you’re driving toward Mount Nebo outside of Dardanelle, Arkansas, and you pass the old chicken houses (if they’re still standing), you’ll eventually come to the first house I remember living in. As a child on that property, I collected rocks, carried...
On busyness and reading binges

On busyness and reading binges

By Katie Ginn Since getting married two years ago this month, Stephen and I have been on a journey to find our place as a couple in Christian community. I have close girlfriends whom I see and talk to regularly; he has a weekly men’s group. But we’d like to spend...
Failed recipes and firstfruits

Failed recipes and firstfruits

By Katie Ginn Last Sunday (as I write), I made us late for Stephen’s company Christmas party because I underestimated how long I would need to make green bean casserole. Then at the party, we discovered that the green beans were still partially raw. I’d used fresh...