Trading Hustle For Hearth: How Slow Sunday Began

Trading Hustle For Hearth: How Slow Sunday Began

If I can, I rise before them and slip onto the back porch with a cup of tea and my devotional (I love the Alabaster books), reading aloud as the sun lifts over the Tennessee hills. Usually one of my little ones is curled up next to me. By the time my husband returns from the gym, the rest of the house is stirring, and we gather for a full breakfast of fresh bread and eggs from our local farm. Then, like clockwork, he makes our coffee, and we sip…