Staying in the Yard

“Remember, a dogs behavior is a reflection of your own.”

Those were the words of Caesar Milan this morning as I was watching The Dog Whisperer. I always joke that God gave me this dog to teach me patience. The more I interact with Cooper, I do think that God is showing me just how patient He was and continues to be with me.

Why can’t he just stay in the yard?

We have over an acre of land and half of that is fenced. The first dog we had (Muddy) was a rescue dog who had been badly abused before he came to us. He required a lot of TLC and after a few months he relaxed and was 100% at ease in our home with our family. He was so at ease that he had no desire to leave the yard. We could open up the double gate to drive the mower into the front yard and leave it open. He would just lay in the grass and enjoy the sun. He had absolutely no desire to roam or run.

Cooper, on the other hand, is a very different dog. He was a rescue as well- but, he joined our family at a young age. He grew up here and doesn’t know how good he has it. He loves to hunt rabbits …but, for some reason the rabbits in our fenced in yard are not good enough. A half acre of chain-link fencing is a lot! We tried to put bottom rails on the sections where he was escaping, but he would just find a new place so that wasn’t working. He is part beagle, so a shock collar and invisible fencing would not work. (We watched our neighbor and his beagle struggle with that for a few years. He would “yip” when he was shocked and then walk down the road…free as a bird.) It’s frustrating! Our yard is great. There are rabbits, lots of room to run and it’s safe.

I have come to view this on a personal level…from the perspective of a kid who grew up going to church and hearing about Jesus from a young age. Personally, growing up in God’s house, I didn’t really appreciate forgiveness in Christ. That’s hard to say out loud. I appreciate Jesus’ sacrifice infinitely more now and I am extremely uncomfortable when I an drifting. I am much more at peace when I am leaning into the Lord than when I am trying to do things on my own. It’s a daily course correction, but I love to rest in the protective area the Lord has laid out for me. But, in hindsight I can acknowledge that I had a shallow relationship with the Lord when I was young.

A relationship with God is not restrictive. He has laid out some hedges…fencing if you will….for protection. That’s where the Ten Commandments come in as well as any scripture that tells me to not be anxious, forgive as you’re forgiven, put on HIS armor and fight with spiritual weapons and not weapons of my own. God’s word is full of promises that I can claim and enjoy when I “stay in the yard”. When I stray and get outside of God’s will for me…that’s when I get myself into trouble. Don’t get me wrong-there can be trouble inside that fencing. We live in a fallen world, but the Lord gives me peace when I am with Him.

“I have told you these things, so that in me you may have peace. In this world you will have trouble. But take heart! I have overcome the world.” John 16:33

As far as the dogs go…there have been times when possum or raccoon have entered the yard and scuffled with the dogs. Both times, the dog came in and stood next to my husband…growled…and pointed at the door until he went to investigate. Trouble came into the yard, but both dogs came to their authority right away because they knew where their protection came from.


Why couldn’t I just stay in the yard?

Sin will take you farther than you wanted to go, keep you longer that you wanted to stay, and cost you more than you want to pay. – Unknown

Every time I hear that quote, my only response is to shake my head and say “Amen”. It’s true. Don’t leave the yard.  Please, please -young Christian- don’t leave the yard.

On the flip side- our sweet little abused Muddy dog KNEW how good he had it. He had been rescued and given a new life. He had been chained up and beaten, but  when he came to us he was fed and loved. The gate was open and he was free to choose, but he knew what life outside of our home looked like and he never wanted to go anywhere else. If I am to draw anything positive from my life as a prodigal…it’s that. I don’t ever want to leave God’s presence and I pray that I don’t become apathetic or lackadaisical ever again.

Yes, God brought Cooper to our home to remind me how patient he was with me.

Lord, thank you for examples and pictures you place in my path to remind me of your presence and care for me. Thank you for patience, protection and forgiveness.

In Jesus’ precious name- Amen!


Praise be to God for the many blessings… I can’t even finish that thought fully. There’s too much to be thankful for. Amen.

I love Thanksgiving. We host dinner in our home and family gathers from all over to enjoy the day together. I love cooking for Thanksgiving and appreciate a family who shares in the effort by bringing side dishes. Dinner is a community event in more than one way. Everyone pitches in…and everyone partakes.

I know many would say that the turkey is the focal point of Thanksgiving dinner, but I beg to differ. No dish is more significant than another. No ingredient is greater than another. They are all complimentary and one without the other(s) is just an ingredient. Let me illustrate…Turkey without stuffing? Can you imagine mac and cheese without the cheese? Mashed potatoes without a splash of milk? Cranberries without that accent of orange…oh, mercy. Ham WITH beans. Period.

I wonder though. What is more important-  An ingredient, a dish, or the hands that select, combine and orchestrate the fusion of these things coming together?

There is something on my mind and heart today. I have not felt the strong urge to blog in a while and today I could not get away from it. So I am going to take this moment to think out loud, evaluate my position, and challenge you to do the same. Do we try to make God an ingredient in our lives instead of giving him the honor and position of Master Chef? I wouldn’t usually refer to my Lord in culinary terms. It seems a little “lowly” to refer to the Creator of life in that manner. But, this is what has been on my mind today.  It’s an issue of surrender…completely.

I recall a skit that the youth did in church a few years ago. A teenage girl had given her life to Jesus. She was talking to him and she acknowledged that she was giving her life to him. That position of control and authority in this skit was represented with a stool. Yep…a run of the mill kitchen island height stool. This young lady gave Jesus the stool and invited him to sit down and she stood alongside him. When a certain decision came up with regard to school, or a potential suitor or a moral dilemma- she would slowly and gradually bump Jesus to the side…inch by inch she would reclaim that stool until Jesus was standing next to her and her rear occupied that seat. It was funny to watch, but hit very close to home for many of us. Unfortunately, I think it’s all too common. We only want to put Jesus in the seat until his ways counter our desires.

Attempting to “add” Jesus to your life doesn’t work. There is no equal to Jesus. He can not be an ingredient. Remember? Ingredients are all equal and work together to create the culinary masterpiece. Therefore, I deduce that he has to assume the honored, high position of Master Chef. If I give HIM control the RIGHT ingredients come together as the Holy Spirit overflows into me. These ingredients are selected by God. The Chef looks at this dish (Yes, I just referred to myself as a dish…sorry, I couldn’t resist) and begins to extract, skim, boil, steam and bake out the impurities. And then he seasons, bastes, marinades, sprinkles and fuses me with His goodness, His will and His glory. It’s all His.

I can’t select the ingredients of my life out of MY will and expect Him to be added to it. I can’t tell Jesus that I am going to take a night job that doesn’t honor him in the name of the almighty dollar and then ask that effort to be blessed by the Almighty God. I can’t say, “Lord, I know that your word says this…but, I’m going to do that instead…come up along side of me and walk with me.” No. He can’t be added. He must be the over it all.

Matthew 6:33 says, “Seek ye first the kingdom of God and HIS righteousness, and all these things shall be added unto you.” What things? All those things like clothes, food, shelter.

Philippians 4:19 reminds us that “My God will supply all your need according to his riches in glory in Christ Jesus.” And to that I say, IN CHRIST JESUS…all my need has been filled already!

And this is the scripture that was on my heart as I began writing this morning…

2 Peter 1
According as his divine power hath given unto us all things that pertain unto life and godliness, through the knowledge of him that hath called us to glory and virtue:
Whereby are given unto us exceeding great and precious promises: that by these ye might be partakers of the divine nature, having escaped the corruption that is in the world through lust.
And beside this, giving all diligence, add to your faith virtue; and to virtue knowledge;
And to knowledge temperance; and to temperance patience; and to patience godliness;
And to godliness brotherly kindness; and to brotherly kindness charity.
For if these things be in you, and abound, they make you that ye shall neither be barren nor unfruitful in the knowledge of our Lord Jesus Christ.
But he that lacketh these things is blind, and cannot see afar off, and hath forgotten that he was purged from his old sins.

Mercy, I don’t even know how to wrap this up or complete this series of thoughts. I guess I am still pondering it. I don’t want to take second-rate ingredients that fell off the back of a produce truck and ask God to be a part of it when I can get something much better…created by the Master Himself.


Lord, in this confused conglomeration of thoughts this morning- let Your Word and desire for me simmer and season in me. As I place faith in You, add to me knowledge, temperance, patience, godliness and virtue that can only come from You.  Help me to seek You first and not what I think I need. 


Vision Correction

There are so many places in the Bible where we can find some variation of this phrase…He who has eyes, let him see. And along with that usually comes…he who has ears, let him hear.

If you have kids, then you know that having ears does not always mean that those ears hear what is being said. Kids get a bad rep in that area. Frankly, I think we all are guilty of that. Likewise, if you have eyes- it doesn’t mean that they always see things clearly.

I wanted to share with you a conversation I had with a stranger yesterday. It is time for me to update my glasses, so I took the opportunity in the quiet of the morning to call the eye doctor’s office. The sweetest lady with the most melodious Jamaican accent was the associate I was asking for. A few months ago, she kindly wrote down the number for a pair of frames I had my eye on so I would have it when the insurance plan renewed. When I called yesterday morning, she and I began to discuss the task at hand. While she was calculating some things- our conversation turned to the horrible flooding in Houston. I shared with her that I just had our heating oil tank filled before the prices went up as a result of that storm. She, apologetically, gave me the hefty price for the lenses and frames I desired. I have such a horrible prescription that they have to be special ordered. Uggh….Ouch! She said, “Wow, I am so sorry. I know you just paid to have your oil tank filled and now this.” My response stopped her in her tracks, “Ma’am. I may be a bit hard-headed and a slow study at times…but, one thing God has been really driving into me is the fact that I am in control of NOTHING. Not one thing. So I just have to roll with it.”

She became very silent for a moment and began to almost whisper into the phone. She said, “Miss Joanne, I need to see the good in things. I know that the Lord had you call me today and I am so thankful that you did….”.  She went on to share how a friend had died of pancreatic cancer just months after she adopted a child. She shared how she prayed and her church prayed for both that woman and another person at church who had the same kind of cancer. Her friend died and the other lived. She expressed how down she gets and shared that she gets angry sometimes at God and just asks Him “WHY?”. She said the folks in her church seem to scold her when she asks such questions. So we began to chat. We walked thru Job where I reminded her that he asked questions of God. It’s ok to ask God “why”. (Just know that you may not see or even understand the answer.) We went into Hebrews and all of the folks who God used as a part of His plan…some who died horrible deaths… who never got to see the end result. Heavy hearted she said,  “I know that the Bible says His ways are higher than mine and I still get discouraged. I have to find a way to change my focus.” I suggested somethings to her…what if. Yes, these things hurt us emotionally and even physically. Our hearts break for our circumstances and the circumstances of others. But, what if the death of her friend planted seeds somewhere that would affect that adopted child in the future? What if that child learned how to pray when she prayed and saw her response and love for the Lord even in the face of such a terrile battle? What if that child has been set aside for a certain purpose that only God knows? I asked her to think about the flooding and the tornadoes and any other natural disasters that occur. When those things happen there is an abundance of good that comes in the aftermath. That is certainly hard to see when so many are suffering. We have to open our eyes to others’ suffering so we can minister to them and we also need to be watchful for God’s hand even in those things. We have seen a story of a gentleman opening his furniture store to displaced families and National Guardsmen and feeding them. There are people who were displaced by Katrina years ago who are now helping those in Houston. And it’s always during these times that the name of Jesus and various testimonies of God’s goodness are splashed all over the news. The NATIONAL NEWS. We may not understand these things, but God is in control. So we talked and talked. At the end of our conversation she said, ” I didn’t go to Bible Study at church Wednesday night because I was discouraged. Thank you so much for calling me today. This is the encouragement from the Lord that I desperately needed.”

Therefore we do not lose heart. Though outwardly we are wasting away, yet inwardly we are being renewed day by day. For our light and momentary troubles are achieving for us an eternal glory that far outweighs them all. So we fix our eyes not on what is seen, but on what is unseen, since what is seen is temporary, but what is unseen is eternal. 2 Corinthians 4:16-18

What? All over a call about glasses?

Vision correction.

We don’t see clearly. We only see what is right in front of our faces and that is such a miniscule view. We read the Word, but struggle to apply it in our lives. We know the truth, but struggle to hold to it at times. This was another reminder that while we focus on what we can see, taste, touch, smell and hear…there is SO much more to this life and our purpose in Christ during our little time on this earth.

“I have told you these things, so that in me you may have peace. In this world you will have trouble. But take heart! I have overcome the world.” John 16:33

God really wants us to see things through spiritual glasses. To see things through HIS lens and to really, really see.  The Pharisees didn’t “get it” and they didn’t have the eyes of their heart open. They were blind. There were many times when Jesus had to spell things out for the disciples even when they were walking with him daily.

He who has eyes…let him SEE.

I LOVE days like this! Days when God places someone in my path. Stay tuned! I am fully aware that -nine times out of ten – I will need those very words for myself a few days later. When that moment comes I pray that if I can’t see clearly with my human eyes, I will trust and know that HIS eyes see so much more.



I apologize in advance if this post seems a little poorly put together. Rest assured- it’s real. Me…in real-time. Sometimes getting these thoughts out helps me bring things back into perspective. Not mine…but, GOD’s. If you look at many of the Psalms they kinda flow the same way. Nope. I am not David- but, I MAN do I relate to him. Anyways…

I woke up this morning trying to get a grip on my “feelings”. I put that word in quotes because, while God gave us feelings….they often lie. They can be a little abstract, overwhelming, stubborn, and unruly and they certainly don’t think.

Stupid feelings.

How is it that I can be surrounded and feel alone? I suspect that I am not the only one, but it seems to be a perpetual thing here. (Especially when I dwell on it. Hmm. Maybe there’s something to that.) I think God has been using those same lonely feelings to move me toward lonely people and minister to them and I am thankful for that opportunity. THAT is a positive thing. However, I am keenly aware that Satan would love to keep me in a lonely place and make me ineffective for Christ. It’s a constant battle between truth and feeling.

Last night I was at a school function. This will be our family’s third year at this school and my second year working part-time there. It’s a super small school – so how is it that even some of the teachers don’t know that I work there? Why don’t the parents know who I am? I spend many hours in that building each week and feel invisible. It’s the same thing at church. As a matter of fact, on one particular evening someone needed help in the nursery. The woman I was speaking with introduced herself and proceeded to give me a tour of the nursery and give me a rundown of the procedures. She thought I was a new member. She was completely oblivious to the fact that I had not only taught her son for a few years in a children’s class at that church – but, worked in the nursery for three years and have been attending for eight years. Invisible. I could go on, but I would not allow my kids to wallow in mud like that so I will refrain and move on.

The truth is – I want to be known. Not like KNOWN with lights and a stage, because that is SO not my comfort zone. Not even a “look at me” known with recognition or props. (Hmm…a certain Francesca Battistelli song is coming to mind.)  Just…known. My name. The real one. Not “hey, girl!” or Joanna or Joan, but Joanne. That’s Jo..anne. Yep, just like that. I want someone to know that I have 2 kids and have lived here for 15 years. (My neighbor around the corner saw me out for a walk and asked when I moved in. Seriously.) I want people to see me and look in my eyes and acknowledge that I breathe in the same spaces they do sometimes. A little more than a smile and a nod would be nice.  Uggh…guilty and convicted… I have to be better at doing that as well.

The truth is – people don’t look up often enough. Myself included. And I am not just talking about “looking up” as in making eye contact with others but, “looking UP”…like, UP…UP. We get so wrapped up in the temporal things; the things we see, taste, touch, hear and smell.  This loneliness thing STINKS- I can smell that! It’s so easy to get wrapped up in Me, myself and I.

The truth is –  if I let those “feelings” govern me instead of God’s truth, my sinful self will end up in pretty bad shape. This morning when I Googled “What does the Bible say about feelings?”, the word FOOL was prevalent among the scriptural results. There was even one scripture in Proverbs that made me wonder if I should delete this post…”A fool uttereth all his mind: but a wise man keepeth it in til afterward.” (Proverbs 29:11). Yikes. I guess it technically IS “afterward” because I waited til morning, right?

The truth is- I am known…

Known by God (Galatians 4:9, 1 Corinthians 3:8)

And HE knows me well…

Psalm 139
For the director of music. Of David. A psalm.
You have searched me, Lord,
and you know me.
You know when I sit and when I rise;
you perceive my thoughts from afar.
You discern my going out and my lying down;
you are familiar with all my ways.
Before a word is on my tongue
you, Lord, know it completely.
You hem me in behind and before,
and you lay your hand upon me.
Such knowledge is too wonderful for me,
too lofty for me to attain.
Where can I go from your Spirit?
Where can I flee from your presence?
If I go up to the heavens, you are there;
if I make my bed in the depths, you are there.
If I rise on the wings of the dawn,
if I settle on the far side of the sea,
even there your hand will guide me,
your right hand will hold me fast.
If I say, “Surely the darkness will hide me
and the light become night around me,”
even the darkness will not be dark to you;
the night will shine like the day,
for darkness is as light to you.
For you created my inmost being;
you knit me together in my mother’s womb.
I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made;
your works are wonderful,
I know that full well.
My frame was not hidden from you
when I was made in the secret place,
when I was woven together in the depths of the earth.
Your eyes saw my unformed body;
all the days ordained for me were written in your book
before one of them came to be.
How precious to me are your thoughts,[a] God!
How vast is the sum of them!
Were I to count them,
they would outnumber the grains of sand—
when I awake, I am still with you.
If only you, God, would slay the wicked!
Away from me, you who are bloodthirsty!
They speak of you with evil intent;
your adversaries misuse your name.
Do I not hate those who hate you, Lord,
and abhor those who are in rebellion against you?
I have nothing but hatred for them;
I count them my enemies.
Search me, God, and know my heart;
test me and know my anxious thoughts.
See if there is any offensive way in me,
and lead me in the way everlasting.

Oh, Lord….Help me to remember whose I am. And to focus on all You are and not how short I fall. When I FEEL lonely help me to lift my eyes and see others and look higher to see You. Lord, I take comfort in knowing that YOU know me and loved me so much that You sent Your son to die for me. I am known by name and You see my heart and not my outward appearance. I am known by You, LORD, and need to let YOUR light so shine before men so that they may know You, too.  

So there…take that, Stupid Feelings.


Holey Places

She slipped quietly into the pew next to me as the congregation was singing. I gave her a hug and I could feel it. She was just hanging on. The feeling got stronger and I started to pray. “Lord, fill the hole in my friend’s heart.” This dear friend had just lost her hubby of 55 years in a sudden and unexpected manner. This was her first day in church since we celebrated his life a week ago and, as she cried, she acknowledged that this first trip to church was much harder than she thought it would be. They did everything together…truly experienced life together… and I can only imagine that every place and memory from here forward will hold an abundance of joy intermingled with the painful absence of her soul-mate.

There is a time for everything,
    and a season for every activity under the heavens:

    a time to be born and a time to die,
    a time to plant and a time to uproot,
    a time to kill and a time to heal,
    a time to tear down and a time to build,
    a time to weep and a time to laugh,
    a time to mourn and a time to dance,
   a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them,
    a time to embrace and a time to refrain from embracing,
   a time to search and a time to give up,
    a time to keep and a time to throw away,
     a time to tear and a time to mend,
    a time to be silent and a time to speak,
    a time to love and a time to hate,
    a time for war and a time for peace.

Ecclesiastes 3:1-8

I always tell my kids that death is a part of life. During this past week, this has never been more obvious and glaring. There were 4 funerals at our church in one week and then I got a call about one more. A friend lost his 2 year old and the funeral was at my parent’s church on Saturday. All of this loss…all different ages and different circumstances. I know that God has appointed a time for each of us and thankfully all of these folks have a relationship with Christ. While Heaven awaits them and we are joyful for that fact, the gaping holes left in the lives of those left behind during this time of mourning are deep.

For my friend, I know she is so grateful for the time that she and her dear hubby had together and I know that she takes comfort that he is in Heaven viewing the stars from a perspective he could have never dreamed of here on this earth. Oh, but the holey places. The Lord knit these two together and while they will always be knit tightly, his physical absence is painful.

So today, I simply ask that you pray for people experiencing loss. Whether it be by death or divorce, expected or unexpected, young or old, temporary or permanent…all forms of loss. Please pray that they all take time to mourn and weep so in the future they can mend and heal and even laugh and dance. Pray that the Lord will send someone to cry with them as well as encourage them. Pray for comfort. Most of all, pray that the Lord Himself will fill the holey places in each heart so they may be whole in Him.

Cover Crops

Last year, we had a beautiful vegetable garden. It was a labor of love that my husband meticulously planned on paper so he could have the proper spacing, soil balance and growth. It was probably the most easily accessible garden we have even had to date and it was also the most productive. I miss that time.


I say “I miss that time” because I feel like kind of resemble that garden. For years, I had time of wading through God’s Word in the morning before the kids went to school, was part of a ladies Bible study group, guarded prayer time and sat here before the computer and poured out the things God wanted me to share. I had the proper soil balance and growth- if you will. That is not where I am now and am spiritually depleted. Physically, I have seen changes, too. The busier schedule has resulted (ironically) in less exercise and fast eating…and the addition of many extra pounds. I feel distant…and fat.

Where there is no revelation, the people cast off restraint; but blessed is he who keeps the law.

Proverbs 29:18

Just before Winter, my hubby had researched “cover crops”. These are things that you plant to enrich the soil as well as keep down weed growth in the off-season. It also, theoretically, makes for an easy start-up in the Spring. Low maintenance! After his research, he chose oats. I wish I had a picture to share. When the oats grew it was beautiful! They were a  rich amber color that seemed to ripple like waves of water in the wind. In the cruise control of “low maintenance living” I didn’t see the battle lines that were being drawn all around.

This Spring, I fired up the lawn tractor for the first time. I put the tunes in my ears, hat on my head and took her for a spin. When I engaged the blades to start edging around the garden plot, I saw a wave out of the corner of my eye. Not of amber oats! This wave was brown. I depressed the brake and watched as some sixty little voles scurried through the garden. We had been invaded! Voles are cute (except when they are in my space). They are a relative of mice, have shorter tails and kinda dig like moles but leave no trace except a few small holes in the mulch and ground. They eat bulbs, roots, worms and other things…OATS it seems. This revelation gave us (and our neighbors) a wake up call. This explained why our neighbor’s tree died last year, this was the answer to the question, “What are those holes in my flowerbed?”. It also gave us fresh perspective on some behavior our crazy dog was engaging in this Winter. He was going into the garden and rolling in the oats! Ha ha ha It was like he was making crop circles and snow angels…minus the snow.

Let’s move across the street for a moment. I can’t remember if I told you a few years ago about the water retention pond across from our home. There was a battle there, too. The builder installed a sub-par water retention pond that has never been able to hold water. The improper installation and lack of maintenance also caused erosion on the farm behind it at one point and there was a legal remedy to all of that. Yet, somehow that area was quietly released to the care, custody and control of the residents in our neighborhood to maintain in the late 90s and nobody even knew about it. Before we moved in 15 years ago, it was already an overgrown forest. The county came to the residents a few years back and smacked the residents of our neighborhood with the notion that the water retention area was ours to collectively maintain AND we would have to raise and spend thousands of dollars to clear this area by a certain deadline – and keep it that way in the years and years to come. Wait…here’s the kicker…they also revealed that there were TWO areas. One we thought was just am empty lot. What a surprise! We personally have dumped over a thousand dollars in those holes out there. And – it would seem- displaced a colony of voles in the process. In 15 years we have never seen a vole…until that area was cleared, that is. It stings a little to say. We paid for one problem and caused another.

In our effort to find a low maintenance solution to weeds in the garden over the Winter, it was like we slapped up a neon hotel sign for little creatures who had been kicked out of their home. Laziness paved the way for a silent invasion that we never saw coming.  Laying a cover crop may look like a good way to keep the weeds down, but may become a breeding ground for silent invaders.

Spiritual (and physical) life is not much different. Cruise control is a dangerous place to be if you fall asleep at the wheel. Proper maintenance…daily bread and steady walk…pulling weeds of sin. In an effort to contribute financially to our home, I took a part-time job at school. The initial job offering was an answer to prayer, but I took on more responsibilities after the fact and that threw everything off. I pulled away from group study, don’t have adequate morning time and relationships/friendships are non-existent. Now I am spiritually depleted with an anemic prayer life and find myself surrounded by silent invaders. I am spiritually and physically unhealthy.

Then, yesterday, I read that verse in Proverbs. I have not had much in the area of spiritual revelation in a while. Far from the Word and prayer and time with the Lord.  TRUTH: Where there is no revelation, the people cast off restraint.

If I am not walking with God, I get loose. Standards slip, focus becomes more inward that UPward, I am tempted to look to my own interests instead of the interests of others (contrary to Philippians 2) and I don’t have the blessing of revelation from the Holy Spirit. No wonder I have not had a lot to say here on this blog.

So be careful with those cover crops. Man-made solutions and laziness. A relationship and daily walk with Jesus is the only adequate defense against the consequences of sin.

Now…about those voles…

We won’t have a garden this year. No fruit. We have a battle to wage to restore that plot of land to health. The fruit that comes to this garden will be shared, not stolen. So off to battle I go.