a planted life | learning to love
Photo by Karolina Grabowska on Pexels.com As a Christian parent, my greatest desire is for my children to trust and follow Jesus. I want good things for them, but the world is full of frightening possibilities that threaten my kids' faith and future. Maybe like me, you find yourself overwhelmed with concern for your kids... Continue Reading →
Photo by Gotta Be Worth It on Pexels.com I saw his determined face on every screen, today. I wonder if I have a clue. I'm far removed from dark scars on backs, and Souls that bellowed gospel songs in groans. I have no idea how it feels to be beaten for drinking from the "whites... Continue Reading →
Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com I spent the morning thinking about what I value. I asked myself what the why is behind what I write. I came to the conclusion that I value peace in relationships, overcoming conflict and trouble and helping others overcome conflict and trouble. I value honoring the Imago Dei in people... Continue Reading →
Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com Every year we resolve to do better. To loose weight. To exercise more. To use less screens and get outside more. And I love this time of year. I love the idea of fresh starts and clean slates, as though magically when the clock strikes 12 on New Year's Eve,... Continue Reading →
Photo by Serkan Bayraktar on Pexels.com Eugene Peterson's A Long Obedience In The Same Direction, is a favorite of mine. The title has served as sort of mantra for me over the years. But today, thinking and talking to God as I do my errands, it hit me that a better motto for my life... Continue Reading →
A couple weeks ago, while listening to Wendell Berry, I decided to stop waiting for the ideal situation and start planting a garden. I’ve realized something about myself since that day. I like to do simple things. Tasks that require hands on practice. And not much research or technical skill. Gardening seems like it should... Continue Reading →
Photo by Edu Carvalho on Pexels.com When I was little, pre-school, I would hop off the wooden pews every Sunday to make my way over to the place where Clarice Lemley sat. Clarice, was in my mind, exactly Aunt Bee from The Andy Griffith show. She was plump and grey headed and wore flowered dresses.... Continue Reading →
This is my neighborhood. We are people trying to get away from the city just enough to escape the rules and regulations, but not so much that we have drive too far to get to Target. We’re American consumers, blue-collar workers, homemakers, nurses, police officers, small business owners, veterans and retirees. Listening to Wendell Berry... Continue Reading →
Photo by Adil on Pexels.com I took a long walk with my German Shephard, Lukas, this evening. The sun is setting earlier. The sky glows with shades of orange and pink and the world seems to cover itself with a honey-kissed filter. I'm drawn out of the house easily on these fall evenings in the... Continue Reading →
Photo by Tim Douglas on Pexels.com I listened to Ashley Hales podcast, Finding Holy, the other day. Tish Warren Harrison, the guest, shared her desire to help the Church find a way, "...between capitulation and combativeness," in relating to those who see the world differently than they do. I'm always drawn to discussions about how... Continue Reading →
Cultivating Faithfulness 