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Watching Grass Grow

I have baby grass. It’s tiny little green fuzz that you can only see when the light catches it just right. It’s a lawn of promise right now… but such a beautiful promise. Every summer in our new home, the entire backyard dies. The trees, which we love so dearly, completely block out the sun and when the temperature hits over 100 degrees, the lack of sun and the heat chokes the life out of our lawn. We have come to accept that for three months out of the year we are doomed to live with dirt. I repeatedly encourage …

Stop being alarmed…

Five years ago, Matt and I moved our children from a private school we loved to a public school we have grown to love, and for me, the transition was brutal. Though it was my kids who made the actual transition, it was me who fell apart. We went from the safety and security of a cocoon-like environment to one of perceived danger around every corner. The private school was small, family-like, well-structured, with great communication to parents. The public school was enormous, double the class size, little communication, and in general it was sink or swim. I jumped in …

Tracy Joy Jones - Seeds of Faith

Hope in the Seed

A couple of months ago, Matt and I decided that we needed an exit strategy for our business. One day, we will want to retire and what will we do with all of our dear clients and business when we do? It’s not something you tend to think about when you start your own business, but I’m sure it’s something we’ll think a lot about in 25 years time. Anyway, we decided to go and speak with some financial advisors whom we had met at a meeting where they spoke on the subject. We didn’t know them well, they hadn’t …

Baby Turtles and the Sea…

I’ve often joked in my life that God lives at the beach. I don’t know if it’s just that I have had so many God moments with sand between my toes, my eyes on the horizon, and the sound of waves ringing in my heart. I have cried, laughed, danced, dreamed, and prayed so many times at the ocean and found myself time and time again when I’ve felt the most lost. This summer, it happened again. We had a much needed vacation to the ocean and as always, it cleared my tangly soul, swept my heart clean, and cleaned …

Behind the Vacuum

When my youngest son, Luke, was two, he was a fearless, rascally boy who loved dismantling the vacuum. However, one day as I was vacuuming, he became really scared of the vacuum. As I was vacuuming under his kitchen chair, which was littered with dropped veggies and crumbs, he kept yelling and running away. I was watching him in sort of amazement because first of all, Luke is fearless. Second of all, he had never done that before with the vacuum. However, the thought that really gripped me was that usually when he was scared of something he ran to …