My mother always had a Green thumb... My mother has lived with me for about a year and a half now. I have tried several ways of easing her path and making her feel at home. Family photos are on the walls. Favorite foods are clustered at easy reach. Treasured furniture passed down from my grandmother is scattered around the house. Coffee in the morning, ice cream sandwiches at night are both f avorite things. Many of the things I remember from our homes growing up are there. However, it was not until we had a window full of plants that it looked like “our home” instead of “mine.” You see, growing up it was never what we had; it was always what we did. We ate family dinners. We attended church together. We sat up at night in pjs watching White Christmas (the movie) each December. We always had some kind of sporting event on the tv. We argued about politics. We fought about justice issues. My mo...
Step into the world of Christian Formation. God's got the first step. What's the second step?