Recipes From The Garden Part 2

From Garden to Griddle – Fajita Strips with Roasted Peppers & Onions  By Eileen Colette This fajita-style meal is quick, satisfying, and full of garden flavor.Roasted peppers and onions meet tender beef strips for a colorful, comforting dish that’s equally good over rice, in a wrap, or eaten straight from the skillet. Why This Works […]
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Recipe Inspired By The Garden Part 1

Garlic Scape & Parsley Pesto with Grilled Steak Garlic Scape Pesto Meets Grilled Steak You know how sometimes the simplest ingredients surprise you? This week, I took a handful of garlic scapes and parsley from our humble little garden and turned them into liquid green gold—aka pesto. Add a grilled steak from the quarter cow […]
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For I Will Yet Praise Him Psalm 42:5

🌿 When I Didn’t Want to Worship by Eileen Colette “Why my soul, are you downcast? Why so disturbed within me? Put your hope in God, for I will yet praise him, my Savior and my God. Psalm 42:5 NIV I almost didn’t go. I was tired. Emotionally drained. Frustrated with people who don’t see, […]
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Caring For The Garden As A Nurse

🌱 The Perfect Job Wasn’t What I ThoughtBy Eileen Colette I used to believe that being a nurse was the closest thing to God’s work. It felt like a calling—higher, holier, more sacrificial than any other service job. Nursing required knowledge, intuition, empathy, stamina, and grace. Sometimes, it felt like we were the ones ushering […]
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Perfect Love, Pulls Weeds

🌿 Perfect Love Pulls WeedsA garden reflection on fear, care, and why we weed Have you ever noticed that we don’t weed our gardens because we’re afraid of weeds?We weed because we love what we planted. It’s a quiet thing, kneeling in the soil—fingertips pressing past clumps of earth to grip the roots of an […]
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Series: The Truth My Mother Never Told

The Day She Told Me I Wasn’t Going to Heaven Series: The Truth My Mother Never Told We were on our way to the doctor for a pre-surgery consultation. She was in the passenger seat, fuming over juice. Yes—juice. The kind she was served with her meal. The kind we offered to refill. The kind […]
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