Practicing the Presence Over Collards

A wave of joy rises as I snip the big collard leaves for supper. Who would have thought an Ohio girl raised on canned green beans and TV dinners could grow her own collards or turn a compost pile into black gold for her garden? It’s a miracle I can cook fresh veggies, let alone…

God-incidences

I was talking today to my youngest daughter, Lauren, and I shared with her that I wasn’t sure I would keep on blogging. You kind of lay yourself out there when you blog, I said, and you don’t know that anyone is reading your stuff anyway. Sure, there are stats saying someone visited, but it’s…