Saturday, April 5, 2014
Checking them everyday. Watering them. Weeding, and pruning. Her hands in the dirt.
It's a reflection of something that's changed in her over the years, something I can't quite describe.
A certain maternalness.
It's beautiful and somehow worshipful.
"Finally, brothers, whatever is true, whatever is honorable, whatever is just, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is commendable, if there is any excellence, if there is anything worthy of praise, think about these things." -Philippians 4:8