Evidence of Grace in the Cycling of Seasons

I will bring what I am learning about patience from this cycling of the seasons to my navigation of a life of perpetual change.

When my thrifty mother-in-law made mincemeat, she would start with the venison roast from a deer who may have had the audacity to nibble on her tulip leaves.  From there, she would improvise, adding whatever needed using up on that particular day:  a batch of jam that didn’t “set up” just right or an over-abundance… Continue reading Evidence of Grace in the Cycling of Seasons