Beauty in the Weeds

I love a well-cultivated garden and neat rows of corn and sorghum, without weeds sticking out among them. Wheat fields, without weeds, are gorgeous just before harvest when those golden grains toss in the wind like waves in the ocean. Even so, there is beauty in the weeds. Take a thistle, for example. The plantContinue reading “Beauty in the Weeds”

Fields of Grace

During my walk, a song kept running through my head:  “Dancing with my Father God in fields of praise.” In my mind, I changed “praise” to “grace.” I heard these words in my head: “Dancing with my Father God in fields of grace.” My feet kept the rhythm as I walked and  contemplated those words.Continue reading “Fields of Grace”