In 1984, I was an agnostic experiencing a deep valley in my life. In desperation, I cried for help to a God whom I knew in name only. He lifted me out of the valley and gave me a new life, one committed to serving and honoring Him. Through my experience I learned that God can take the messy leftovers of our lives and turn them into something rich, fertile and good.
God exists, and He loves us. He is everywhere. I have found Him in the sound of a distant train, the smell of a campfire on a cool autumn night, in the tenacity of a ladybug clinging to a blade of grass on a breezy day. . .
As you read my blog, I hope that it inspires you to be still in whatever you do. Quiet yourself, open your eyes and listen. God is waiting for you in the most ordinary places. Yes, even in the compost pile!