Dilemmas of Stewardship

Making difficult choices because they seem right.

Devastation

I was walking through our plantation. The feeling was similar to what I felt in the days before the birth of my son; anxiety, trepidation, excitement. It would be the last time that I would walk beneath those trees, they were chopped a few days later. Now, when I look out our kitchen window, there is devastation. The trees lay down like corps…