The Garden

My hands reach in deep, kneading soil, down and over, loosening the ground, willing it to accept an offering that waits in plastic, an inferior home for roots that long to grow, stretch into the rich humus  that He used to form all life. What a privilege to be a tiller, a keeper of thisContinue reading “The Garden”

Unseen

The trees of the Lord are well cared for—the cedars of Lebanon that he planted. There the birds make their nests, and the storks make their homes in the cypresses.—Psalm 104:16-17, NLT We look at trees, the sturdy trunk, the strong limbs, the spindly branches reaching out, the leaves weaving into a canopy  that sheltersContinue reading “Unseen”