Sentences with phrase «joy of growing»

It makes me think of both the hard work and the joy of growing your own.

More and more people turned to local foods and many seemed to be discovering the simple joy of growing their own food and planting a garden for the first time.

Whether reminding us that we are but specks of dust in a big, fat world or the joy of growing old, this collection of poems is a wonderful break from the usual information and communication of daily life.

Through his work with over 100 Chicago area small businesses he has experience in guiding founders and business owners through the pitfalls and joys of growing their business.

Over the years, our readers have written us about the joys of growing chile peppers indoors with artificial light.

By Dave DeWitt and Paul W. Bosland Illustration by Lois Manno Over the years, our readers have written us about the joys of growing chile peppers indoors with artificial light.

Gardening is the number one hobby in the country, and its popularity is growing as more people discover the joys of growing their own organic food.

Is this a fun comedy about the joys of growing old or is just a geriatric version of The Hangover.

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A Melbourne primary school is learning the joys of growing and cooking their own food, all the while enhancing their knowledge in other key subjects.

The Kitchen Garden Program is now delivered in over 800 primary schools across Australia, teaching around 100,000 students every year the joys of growing, harvesting, preparing and sharing fresh, seasonal, delicious food.

Then finally, at 31, my husband and I decided we wanted our kids to experience the benefits, responsibilities, and joys of growing up with dogs, so we got a Lhasa Apso named Phoebe.

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The joy of any entrepreneur is to build a successful business, hand over the business to his or her family members and after retirement look back to see the business grow in leaps and bounds.

I did NOT miss huge aspects of social media which has grown wearying for me or the idea of having to create «pinnable» images (I'm crap at that stuff) but I resolved to find a way to blog in a way that brings me joy.

It means asking how I might love God and love my neighbors in those areas so that the Spirit can grow love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, and self - control in the sacred soil of everyday life.

I had thought I was starting one particular chapter of my life, one that brought me a lot of joy — tinies growing into marvellous big kids, finally emerging from the fog of babies - toddlers mothering, and a strong sense of purpose around my own vocation, for instance — but when I flipped the page, there was unprecedented change for us.

Thus, because the ultimate objective, the totality to which my nature is attuned has been made manifest to me, the powers of my being begin spontaneously to vibrate in accord with a single note of incredible richness wherein I can distinguish the most discordant tendencies effortlessly resolved: the excitement of action and the delight of passivity: the joy of possessing and the thrill of reaching out beyond what one possesses; the pride in growing and the happiness of being lost in what is greater than oneself.

But Kramer offered a deeper, more painful and more joy - filled approach: He felt and acknowledged his unhappiness, while asking, «How do [I] grow into the demands of what is beyond [me]?»

It was a joy to me, Lord, in the midst of my struggles, to feel that in growing to my own fulfilment I was increasing your hold on me; it was a joy to me, beneath the inward burgeoning of life and amidst the unfolding of events that favoured me, to surrender myself to your providence.

And now that I have discovered the joy of turning every increase into a way of making — or allowing — your presence to grow within me, I beg of you: bring me to a serene acceptance of that final phase of communion with you in which I shall attain to possession of you by diminishing within you.

These children have brought such love and joy to their adopting parents, and have grown up so full of love and joy!»

But after having several stints in tombs, I wonder if those verses could be translated as, Would you consider choosing joy in the midst of your suffering because what you are going through has the potential to help you grow?

We are estranged from joy and saved from utter misery by the widening of our horizons and the growing complexity of our experience.

The religions of authority crystallize into lifeless creeds; the religion of the spirit grows into the increasing joy and liberty of ennobling deeds of loving service and merciful ministration.

With a sense of joy at the end of the old and the birth of the new, the Taiwanese theologian, C. S. Song, said in 1975 that we celebrate the end of foreign missions and the growing confidence of the church in the Third World which makes demands for «entirely new relations with the church in the West»:

So throughout his writings, and in a great variety of ways, he elaborated his concept of the individual, of the person who is free to grow in Christian love, hope, joy and peace because he or she is not a spiritual slave to social context.

God wants us to grow up to be as full of life and joy as He is Himself.

Later the growing crops stand rich in green, then gold, and the landscape becomes vital with the joy of harvest.

The personal loves and joys that grow out of this life of «vocation» last till the end.

It was easy for me, then, to become cynical about the faith that I was raised in, to punch the holes into the theology of the people I grew up with and spot the gaps in the preaching and methods, and point a finger of blame when «they» got it wrong, to separate myself from the culture and, like most kids raised by immigrant parents (because, in a way, my parents were like immigrants to this strange new land of Christianity), I took for granted my life in the new Kingdom, completely unable to imagine a life without freedom, without joy, without Jesus.

I believe the spiritual, the internal, will always overpower the external but in order to experience that we have to have an upside down view of everything in that the physical is not ever as important as the spiritual — and this is something special a gift a freedom that is amazing and in our world of Ugg boots and cars with amazing technology, with the million catalogues that drop through the door or show their wares on our screens... to discover and experience the joy of the internal spirit life is nowhere near as easy as it sounds — and once experienced it is an effort to hold to it and feed it for it to grown and be the power it is meant to be.

Just as fruit is produced by a plant's deep roots and absorbent leaves soaking up and circulating all it needs to grow, so are we wholly reliant on the Holy Spirit we need to grow the fruit of joy.

His desire was that through the joy of proclaiming Jesus Christ as the Lord of history, a desire to embrace one another as family might grow.

It is something that we can truly encounter, come to know and grow to love, but never fully comprehend or exhaust as a source of consolation and joy.

If you are a parent you know the joy as well as the pain of watching your child grow up.

So my children lead worship right alongside of the grown - ups, and their mama reads Scripture right alongside of the men, and their dad is the one who willingly gave up his own time in the lead, for the joy of giving his most - loved - ones a chance to worship out loud, too.

As to the divine consequence, it is the growing awareness of a cosmic Love, a cosmic Lover, that holds us tight, that never lets us go, that stays with us in all our problems and troubles and sufferings as well as in our joys and delights, that lives with us and for us, and that in the end receives us into his own life — where we are forever loved in the Love that endures, beyond all «changes and chances,» in the everlastingness that is God himself.

What those who think of marriage as a trap, as an «artificial social arrangement,» overlook is that the real artificiality takes place when persons seek the joys of union without the risks of marriage and of growing love.

We can discount some of the sentimentalities which have grown up around the image of St. Francis, but the genuineness of his delight in the created world, and the expression of interior joy in outward song is inescapable.53

Here is what one couple wrote for their moments of recommitment; each of them said to the other: «With expectation and joy, I commit myself to you — to the person you are and are becoming; I commit myself to responsibility for my own growth as a person; I commit myself to us — to our growing together as «forever friends.»

So this Sunday, in the midst of our growing joy at the advent of God into our world, let us pause to listen to this harsh prophet standing knee - deep in cold Jordan water.

It might very well suggest the rich conception of a «communion of saints» in which there is a joy that is shared in «widest commonalty», in and with God, as he rejoices in the growing good that thus becomes the further occasion for delight not only to himself but to other subjects of experience.

Lets pray that we can again find the seeds to grow the fruits of the spirit in these trying times... the fruits are no longer there... (in case you've forgotten what they are: LOVE, PEACE, FAITHFULNESS, JOY, GOODNESS, GENTLENESS, PATIENCE, SELF - CONTROL, and KINDNESS)... Pray for the President, Pray for your Family, Pray for Neighbor, and if you feel that Mitt Romney is one of those relations to you then Pray for him too.

Miraculously, the seed immediately grew up into a great tree, and Christ himself was in the fruit of that tree, and everyone who ate of this fruit discovered God within themselves and the joy of eternal life.

Seriously...... I'm in a new kitchen which I've grown to love; it only underwrites the continued joy I feel for baking and food in general, and communicating with all of you — my cohorts in floury crime.

My body has carried a child, now growing another one, and in my own self consciousness» that can often steal all of the joy from those magical feats, I remember the work that that belly, thighs and hips are doing.

Tiger cake, as it is known in Finland, didn't used to be my favourite growing up, but I've finally discovered the joy of these simple «coffee cakes» Finns love so much.

And this mixture of feelings — birthed out of an innate necessity to put in black and white whatever that I was experiencing; coupled with the fact that I found writing to bring me great inner satisfaction and joy — only grew stronger throughout the years.

Elana, growing up the mounds bar was my favorite candy bar, because I was a dark chocolate kind of gal — and I always wished they would make the almond joy candy bar with dark chocolate rather than milk chocolate.

She is passionate about growing her own food, cooking healthy meals, using herbs for healing, nurturing creativity, and finding joy and blessings in the every - day moments of life.