I was privileged to have been recently invited by an industrious and creative friend to take part in her garden ministry.
An emergence of love rooted in dirty ground.
A service of sacrifice stemming from a seed.
Sharing time with hands of all sizes.
Filling bags with nourishment.
Satisfying the empty.
Brown bags brimming with leafy green. Swelling with life. Life.
Delivering sustenance and Substance to the thankful.
Those hungry for hope and help were grateful for prayer, kindness, and generosity.
Provision from the Provider.
Hope budding from a seed in the fertile soil of one willing heart now yielding a ripe and tender harvest.
Living life fully and dirty.
Dear children, let us not love with words or speech but with actions and in truth. (1 John 3:18)