GROW

growing grace

In my 4oth year, cancer, divorce, and church politics had taken a toll on me spiritually and physically. All I could do for three months was sit in my newly planted raised beds and watch things grow. I spent this season of woundedness learning about creation and the Creator by observing all that was occurring in the garden.  After awhile, the healing began.  Not through sermons or books or buildings but through ladybugs and seeds and compost–those simple things re-creating themselves and re-creating me each day.  If that’s not grace, I don’t know what is.

As my own journey and calling have evolved, Growing Grace Farm has become more of a passion and concept. So while Growing Grace Farm may be considered a location by some, for me, it has become a journey and a way of life. Some tenets of Growing Grace:

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