a planted life | learning to love
My sons are now sixteen and eighteen, but the days of bending over to care for their needs seems like it was just yesterday. The years I spent investing my life in theirs felt like a mix of chaos, cherished moments and sheer exhaustion at the time. My mothering isn’t over, it’s just entered another... Continue Reading →
between 16 and the day after tomorrow it's a disorienting fog a miry bog to get bogged down in numbers of years years that go by fast days that go by slow slow as the answer that hasn't yet come to my prayer prayer pray for days and days and years and then you're 45... Continue Reading →
If I had to grow food out of a garden with soil as hard as your heart and weeds as noxious as your anger I'd starve. You aren't my garden, I know I can't till your soil I can't make you receive the seed. Some days I feel like I'm fighting dandelion weed everywhere and... Continue Reading →
"Now Jericho was shut up inside and outside because of the people of Israel. None went out, and none came in. And the Lord said to Joshua, "See, I have given Jericho into your hand, with its king and mighty men of valor. You shall march around the city, all the men of war going... Continue Reading →
Cultivating Faithfulness 