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I’m 76... Why I Stopped Going to Church and Found God in My Garden.

The sun is warm on my neck as I press a trowel into the soil. I’m 76, and this… is my church now. After my husband Arthur died, the building I used to call “faith” started to feel hollow—so I walked out one Sunday and went home to a house that was too quiet. In this story, I’ll tell you how pulling weeds became prayer, how planting seeds taught me patience again, and how a storm that destroyed everything revealed the real lesson: faith isn’t avoiding the storm—it’s the quiet force that comes after, when life pushes back through the broken. And somehow… the garden didn’t just heal me. It brought people to my fence, turned strangers into neighbors, and gave my granddaughter a place to breathe when words weren’t enough. I’m not telling you to leave your church. I’m telling you to plant something. Even if it’s a pot by your window. Put your hands in the dirt. Pay attention. Let life teach you what it’s been trying to say in silence. You might find what I found: a quiet, stubborn love growing right out of the ground. If this meant something to you, subscribe, turn on notifications, and like the video—it helps these stories reach the people who need them. And please comment: Where is your “garden”? A workshop, a kitchen, a walking path, a balcony… where do you go to feel peace again? If you know someone lonely or grieving, share this with them. Also—if you’d like to be notified if these reflections become a small book someday, there’s a simple form link in the description. No pressure. Just a quiet way to stay connected. #ElderWisdom #Grief #Healing #Faith #Gardening #LifeLessons #Widowhood #Loneliness #Hope #Over60 #Storytime #OldSoul