My grandma always tells this story of the time I went out and picked strawberries. I brought them in, mud and all, washed them, removed ste...

"What is time for if not to bless?" - Ann Voskamp Isaiah was adamant about working with me in the garden. The child who cannot ...

I was in a good place when I wrote this post not even 3 weeks ago. The enemy must have got the memo that I was doing "juuuust fine...

Driving home from working in my garden, my husband asked me to tell him what are the top 10 things I am most thankful for. Without hesitat...

I feel Him in the dirt beneath my bare feet. I smell Him in the wind of wide, open spaces as it kisses my face. I move to bring forth li...

sweet southern comfort by Buddy Jewell on Grooveshark There is only so much of city life my heart can handle before it is literally aching t...