+Jeanne Takenaka @JeanneTakenaka
Can I be mama-level honest for a moment?
With a pre-teen and a teen boy living under our roof, consuming more and more food, our days with them are passing lightning-strike fast. Soon, one will be in high school. Just after that, we will celebrate a couple of graduations, and our boy-men will launch into the world.
Hubby and I have worked to instill godly values into them. We strive to live out our faith and share with them the things Jesus is teaching us.
By Jeanne Takenaka
Who knew that in my mid-forties, this city-girl would fall in love with gardening? I’ve considered planting a garden for a few years now, but something always prevents me.
Last week, a friend offered me some tomato plantings and seeds. As I thought about her offer, an idea took shape. I stopped by the nearby hardware store and purchased some rectangular planters and soil. Our yard doesn’t have a space ready for these offerings, but I could begin some container gardening.
The saying, “Sticks and stones may break my bones, but names will never hurt me,” is a lie. Sometimes those names and mean words cause wounds far deeper than anything sticks or stones inflict. As a child, having names and taunts thrown at me left scars that still sting from time to time.