About

Hi there, my name is Emily! I’ve been married to the youth guy for over three years now, and I’ve learned a few things along the way.

One crucial fact when dealing with teenagers: you need to be prepared to feed them. What do I feed them, you ask? Spaghetti.

It’s cheap, it’s easy, it doesn’t spoil and you’ll find about 4 pounds of pasta in my house at any given time.

Probably the worst smell on earth is burnt spaghetti. It’s gets stuck to the bottom of the pot, ruins the whole batch and then you have twenty ravenous high school girls staring at you.

It happens. Even when I think I’m prepared, even with the best of intentions – I have been known to burn the spaghetti.

When trying to decide what this little blog would be the desire to communicate the imperfection of ministry, the Church and myself was at the top of my list. The very best intentions, the smelliest mistakes; it’s burnt spaghetti.

Check in every week for honesty, comedy, and more spaghetti!