Welcome Spring: In Celebration of Kathy

The last time I sat in the kitchen with my friend, Kathy, I could see her trays of seedlings lined up under grow lights in the next room. Inch-high heirloom tomatoes and peppers, melons, herbs and who-knows-what-else held the promise of sun-warmed produce in the months ahead. I held my friend’s cold hands that day, rubbing her fingers …

With Christ as my Blueprint, There Will Be Fruit

I can’t believe I wanted to give up on these, but earlier this spring, when I assessed the state of my weedy patch of strawberry plants, I was discouraged. “Just till them under,” I told my husband. But, stubborn man that he is, he kept a wide strip of the struggling plants. “I like picking fresh …