Spring has always been a time for planting seeds and preparing the soil for gardens.  Our family had a vegetable garden and each year we made sure that it was planted by Good Friday. I am not sure if that was just a tradition passed down through the family or if it was tied to the Farmer’s Almanac, but it was what we did each and every year. Gardens and their bounty form a big part of my the summer memories. Cucumber and mayonnaise sandwiches on white bread or tomato sandwiches so juicy that you had to eat them standing over the kitchen sink were a daily occurrence that marked those summer months. Recently my brother began his days of quarantine by tilling up his side yard to plant an enormous garden. Sports had ended because of Covid-19, so his favorite pastime had come to an abrupt and disappointing halt. He took this time to go back to his roots and be a gardener once again. Growing up, he was constantly outside digging in the dirt and playing with the metal John Deere tractors in our backyard. I remember once he created a mini-farm by our pump house using his toy tractors. He marked off neat rows, planted corn seeds and created an irrigation system for his miniature field. He was in his element then and now, because farming and gardening is in his DNA. Actually, gardening in all of our DNA.

In this time of isolation and social distancing, let us draw closer to the Lord and strengthen our times of prayer. And

The days are different now. Slower. Quieter. A stillness seems to be all around. I have been on my porch much of

Fear is constantly in front of us daily. This truly is nothing new, but it is certainly heightened with the global spread

As we are about to begin a new decade and a new year, this is the time that we often set goals

The other day I was reading a devotional from Paul David Tripp, and I wanted to share some of it with all

We Need Community IF:Table Acts 2:46 says, “And day by day, attending the temple together and breaking bread in their homes, they received