Remember those tiny seeds in my hand. Continue reading →

This year my Dad and I are attempting to get a head start on the growing season with the aid of an indoor grow light and a lot of God’s grace. Maybe in a few weeks we will have some seedlings. Maybe not. My impatient and doubting nature showing through the process. Continue reading →

I imagine it’s no coincidence that the founding church charted out the Lenten season during the waiting for spring.

Redemption, coming to life again…found in the bleak, gray of winter’s end, just when we think it will never come. Continue reading →

I’m holding the baby onion bulbs in my palm of my hand, admiring their unique shapes and shades of color. It’s an unusually warm day for March in the Midwest. My first year gardening, like the novice I still am, I would have planted every single seed I had, on a warm day like this…but I’ve learned. Slowly. All too slowly. Patience is the gardener’s greatest virtue. Slowly learning patience…Slowly. Continue reading →