Life gets the last word
Each time I pass the rock garden on the corner it’s a little more alive, orange now highlighting the patches of mauve, sunny yellow and fuchsia. The baby pink cherry…
When change feels slow
Last year, for the first time, I had a little balcony. I tucked four small Impatiens plants into each long planter and watched as they quickly spread and poured over…
Why Jesus kept his scars
Scars speak. We know this. We see a scar and want to know the story behind it. The white scar on a friend’s palm tells where a sharp piece of…