by Deb Farris | Dec 31, 2020 | Musings
I am standing at the stove eating blueberries from a bowl as I sauté onion and orange pepper for lentil soup because the big blueberry muffin Todd and I are sharing seems to be lacking. Blueberries. Everything else about it is great: a big crunchy cap with peel off...
by Deb Farris | Apr 7, 2018 | Devotions
Seeds planted in hearts where peace is promised. Seeds planted in fields where weeds grow. Gardener is careful not to pull them up too quickly—tender, unrooted seedlings shrivel and die. Garden takes time, still I become impatient, atuned to what I have not. Unbelief...
