a planted life | learning to love
The sun is setting and the air is thick with a smokey haze. Probably from people burning who aren't supposed to be. I'm sitting out here in the cool, watching my teenage sons and their neighborhood friends chase each other around in the yard. The daylight hours of 2018 fade quickly. 2017 ended with me... Continue Reading →
Forty is a landmark.No big deal was made of today, but I feel like it is a big deal. I'm forty. I've been thinking a lot about what that means. Here's fourteen of my thoughts and desires upon turning 40:1. According to the average life expectancy of a woman in the U.S. I've lived half... Continue Reading →
(Connor's work on his memory verse) When I was 16 I wanted to be a ballerina. Somehow though, six foot and awkward don't look very graceful in a tutu. I can't dance. I want to dance. I like to dance. But if you saw me and my kids playing Just Dance4 you could come up... Continue Reading →
Cultivating Faithfulness 