For most it isn’t a perfect place, but it’s stable and known. It is here where we know something of Good, how it feels, and the security in brings. In this home we are carefree to a fault. We learn how to relate, trust, and belong. Here we can always remember that we have tasted and seen that the Lord is good –a goodness we can trust. We assume that things will go on like this forever. It is this home we often try to protect, and for good reason. This home can be idyllic, but it cannot last.

- Carissa Woodwyk

His eyes, his smile, his heart, his delight...it's what I notice every time I see my husband play with our kids. He stretches his arms out, they leap. He hovers over like a monster, they run. He turns on the lawn mower, they jump on his lap.

A gardener’s struggle with patience is a common ailment here in Minnesota in early spring. My ‘chomping at the bit’ to sink my hands into dirt is made even more difficult after a phone conversation with my brother in Seattle, WA. They were doing yard work and planting trees the weekend we got eight more inches of snow. Reality here says we can expect frost up to Mother’s Day so that leaves weeks until May 12 and ‘safe’ gardening in my 4b zone. So, what do gardeners do while they wait?