Can we agree that few things in life require more intentionality than planting a garden? First, we choose the proper plants and seeds. Then we scout out the perfect sunny spot with semi-decent soil, add organic matter, dig the hole, and plop our plants in at just the right depth.

How praying over every room, lifted anxious heart.  I was a city girl all my life until we moved to the country, an hour north of the town we had called home for over 25 years. We traded the sound of sirens for no sound at all, unless cock-a-doodle-doos count. Civilization, (aka Starbucks), was now a forty-five-minute round-trip instead of fi...