It is still very, very cold in New England.
Digging in the dirt and encouraging something to grow changes how we think about God, time, and our lives.
My hope is that–with one eye on my prayer book, and the other on the compost heap–I can come to respect the work death does for us… the life it enables to take root.
The cool spring outside is mirrored inside my home. I lean on my faith to guide and help me when my kids struggle in their relationship.