God had me in mind when I stumbled onto the message. Pastor talked about getting stuck in our painful places of grief, regret, disappointment, hurt, rejection, and loss. He said God did not create us to get stuck. -Raise your hand if you’ve ever been a prisoner to pain. (My hand is up.) Let me … Continue reading Get out of the Graveyard!
Beautiful things can grow in hard places. I’ve planted Cornflowers (some call them “Bachelor Buttons”) in all my gardens. I plant the seeds in designated flowerbeds. No matter where I plant the seeds, however, the cornflowers refuse to grow in my gardens. The little blue buds of cornflowers always turn up in the hard places, … Continue reading Beautiful Things Can Grow in Hard Places
...a story about planting seeds and trusting God during winter’s passing.. We struck out one January afternoon to find the Missouri Botanical Garden buried beneath a bluish-gray winter sky. The air was crisp and the walks were cool when we rumbled with our stroller baby to explore this winter garden. I call the garden “Shaw’s … Continue reading A Winter’s Garden
We planted trees behind the smokehouse long before paths were made. Stones and walkways came next. Then, one sunny day, with my baby toddling at my feet (her fists full of dirt) I poured sand, hauled brick and laid a smokehouse floor to create a playhouse. The Book was the motivator. We wanted a hidden … Continue reading Fun Friday: The Secret Garden
I remember when we bought this place 100 years ago (ok, maybe 25). My husband and I were spellbound at the thought of owning 120 acres. I planted gardens before our house was built. I carried lilies and iris bulbs gifted to me by my master-gardener neighbor. They went in the ground by the old … Continue reading Fun Friday: The Grumpy Grateful Gardener
I could show you shaky snapshots of palaces, parliament, Westminster and such. These photos were taken from the windy, wet top of a bright red double-decker bus. I stood up, braced my legs and aimed my cell phone camera. The bus careened around narrow curves of London. Cell phone clicking, I tried to avoid masses … Continue reading A Quiet Place
I am the vine; you are the branches. If a man remains in me and I in him, he will bear much fruit; apart from me you can do nothing." ~ John 5:15 “We need to take care of that,” my husband said, gazing at me with expectation. He knows I’m a Type A woman. … Continue reading Cut Vines