I am sure that I missed it. But I am not sure what it was because I wasn’t looking for it. Oh, yes, I caught some of it, but I diminished it by grumbling, complaining, and wishing for something other. Although, I know I miss much of God’s presence every day of my life, this blog is a reflection on my failures before we moved to the farm. We lived in California temporarily for eleven years, and I was always looking for the escape clause. I was seven months pregnant with my second child when I had my first introduction to the San Fernando Valley. Barb, one of my lifetime…

  In those first years we called ourselves “The Group at the Place With a Plan.”  Later we were to incorporate as Wellspring, Incorporated, a 501c3 which was to be active for a number of years. (We have since shut down the corporation, but still call ourselves Wellspring. ) This is the story of what developed from that ragtag group as we formed and then as we followed where the wind of the Spirit led. The hundred and sixty acre farm on Kitten Creek Road which created the backdrop for this book has become a rich community of family and friends.  Many, many people have contributed to the fabric of…