• Discipleship

    Roots and Wings

    Last month we went on a family vacation to Washington, back to where our family first put down roots. We had a blast exploring the area and doing entirely way too many things. Hahaha… But one of the absolute highlights of the trip was Shabbat. We went to our old congregation for Shabbat service and oneg, and then sat around chatting with old friends until early evening, when we were invited to another friend’s home for more conversation and dinner. I tell you what, that Shabbat filled our souls to overflowing with the love of God and friends. When we were at our friends’ house for dinner, we got to…

  • Discipleship,  Summer

    Goatheads in My Garden

    Anyone who lives in the west is well-acquainted with the hatred of goatheads! They are much more than a nuisance – they’re basically the plant version of a terrorist, with their long, sprawling stems and hard, sharp balls covered with thorns hidden underneath. They’re common in our climate, but somehow, until this week, we hadn’t yet had a run-in with them on our homestead. So the other day, I was weeding in my garden without gloves as I tend to be (I do have gloves, I just never think to grab them before I get working – that’s probably an object lesson for another day!). I had been working for…

  • Discipleship,  Summer

    Fire Season

    I have an interesting conversation with my son today. We were outside all morning doing yard work. (Nothing says “Happy 4th of July!” like yard work, right?) And at this point, I had let him start a pile of dried grass and weeds on fire with a match. He’s done this before, and he had a bucket of water next to him, and I felt comfortable letting him have at it. I was around the corner when I heard, “Mom? I really need you to come here!” Knowing the potential for danger, I set down the stuff I was working on and went over to him. The fire was fine,…

  • Discipleship,  Summer

    Lessons from the Garden, #1

    Ahhh… the garden. I love the garden. Or rather, I love my romanticized idea of the garden. In my mind, my garden is a beautiful labyrinth¬†of raised beds, each one full of growing plants, making us food to eat later this summer and preserve for the winter. It is organized but wild, and full of productive life. In reality, my garden is rather pathetic. There is a labyrinth of raised beds, but it is hard to navigate between them due to the 2-foot tall thistles that have refused to release their hold. Each bed is a slightly different story, but there are few plants that hold the hope of growing…