Sunday Suppers and the Ministry of Staying
Friday, June 5, 2026
There is a kind of love that does not fix anything. It just stays. It sets the table, refills the sweet tea, and sits with you in the wreckage without trying to redecorate it.
I call it the ministry of staying, and I learned it at a Sunday supper table.
— Bailey
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