One Sunday night at our church small group, my friend, Brenda, said she had always wanted a pig farm but could never convince her husband, Bill, that it was a good idea.
“Why a pig farm?” I asked.
“I’ve always loved the idea of seeing a mama pig with her little babies,” she said.
“She never lived on a farm,” Bill said, with a knowing look.
“We raised a garden,” Brenda protested.