2014 Gift Guide


As we celebrate the holidays, I am grateful for my blog readers, businesses, artists, and activists. Each year I meet more and more people creatively using their talents for good.


New Finds:

To the Market – Survivor Made Goods

Purposeful Design – Handmade furniture that creates jobs

The Feather and Arrow – Quilts that support anti-slavery efforts (pictured above)


Better Way Imports – Fair Trade goods

Mercy Rising – book to help you find your place in the world of compassionate giving

Mercy Rising – scarf shop – Slavery prevention in Asia


Charitable Giving


Blessings for Baher – Help a family recover from a medical crisis

Forever WE Dolls – A doll for you and a doll for kids with cancer


Compassion International – Sponsor a Child

College Park Church - Build Schools in India


Support Artists


The Mantis and the Moon – Son of Laughter

After All These Years – Andrew Peterson

Mortar and Stone – Jill Phillips

Mysteries of the Kingdom – Aaron J Robinson


The Harpooner – Thomas McKenzie

On Being a Writer – Charity Singleton Craig

Living into Focus: Choosing What Matters in an Age of Distraction – Arthur Boers


Jamin Still – oil painting, prints including Christmas Cards

Joe Sutphin – illustration

Joetography – Photographs/Art Prints

Numbering Our Days

(Guest post today from writer Charity Singleton Craig. She can be found at Bringing Words to Life, The High Calling, Tweet Speak Poetry, and in her upcoming book On Being a Writer)



Our dinner table discussion started innocently enough when I said something about my husband and four step-sons being the “men” of the house. I don’t even remember why, but as quickly as the words escaped my lips, our youngest said, “You called us ‘men.’ We’re not men are we?” At age eleven, “man” was a stretch.

“I just meant that you all are ‘males,’” I said, trying to back my way out of the discussion.

“But you said ‘men,’” he replied. And he was right. “How old do you have to be to become a man?”

Gathering Laughter

This year has felt like a year of rain.  With a hard year of uncertainty, we both were bone weary,  and even packing up the car seemed a chore. Where in the world would we find the soul energy to interact with new people?

Hutchmoot - Tent

 (image @Mark Geil)

September Sky

 (From the Archives)



Out of breath, out of time.

I lunch and wait for the next appointment.

Long days line up like dominoes ready to topple.

Unexpected fellows – these tall trees and ruins that hum a tune from A Secret Garden.



Soul Adaptation



(Guest post by Ashly Stage of Food: A Liberal Education)

The first time I visited my friends Eric and Rebecca, I could see that they lived in what appeared to be a typical suburban home. But upon walking through the door I was greeted with the smells of another country. The slightest hint of cinnamon was in the air. Vibrant blankets on the couch, richly-colored accent chairs, art and artifacts from around the world greeted me.

As Eric, Rebecca, and I settled in with coffee and homemade chocolates, we took turns asking the usual questions: “How are you?”  “What’s new?”  “How’s your love life?” Being single, I was sensitive to the last question.