In our culture, those who are skilled at gardening are said to have a “green thumb.” Then I guess I have a “brown thumb” – cause I (unintentionally yet proficiently) kill green things. If they just weren’t so perishable! Wouldn’t it be great if there were something alive that was imperishable for us to enjoy?

Waiting Isn’t Wasted
Life throws opposition at all of us. At work. At