The Titus 2:4 Project - Women Mentoring Women

I have a confession to make.  I watch that zombie show that everyone is talking about with my family. Don't be a hater.  Don't judge...and you don't even have to admit if you watch it, too.  I got 'sucked in' last winter, when the snow was piled sky-high and there was nothing to do.  My twenty-something daughter and her boyfriend watched it regularly and talked about the characters as if they were personal friends.  So my husband was the first to pick the fruit and take a bite.  He logged into our online movie provider and began a weekend-long, commercial-free marathon of that zombie show.  I wasn't interested at first, but once the dishes were done, laundry was folded, floors swept, and any other menial task I could come up with to keep myself busy was finished, I finally resigned to sitting beside him on the couch, with a bag of popcorn in hand, and began learning the plot and the characters.  By the end of the night, I too was hooked. L...

As we took our morning walk around our 10-acre pasture, my husband and I kept a keen eye to the ground in search of Black Walnut saplings that had sprung to life, taking their place among the grass and weeds.   It was nothing short of miraculous that even after cutting the grass so many times, some of the new saplings seemed to erupt from their seeds overnight.   We walked slowly, taking in the early morning beauty of the countryside, a bundle of red flags in hand that we would use to mark the saplings to save them from utter destruction at the careless hands of a teenager on a riding mower.   We would concentrate our efforts in the most obvious places, near other Black Walnut trees that had produced a bumper crop of walnuts last year that now littered the ground.   Occasionally though we would find a sapling in some obscure place; apparently the work of some rodent, probably a squirrel.   As we marked the trees, I was suddenly aware of the illustration...