The Beginning

On my counter sits an old cooking pot where I toss eggshells, carrot peels, onion tops, and any other organic matter that is left unused in the kitchen. Occasionally, the pot is taken out back and dumped into a large bin that tumbles it around with older scraps, mixing and churning the whole mess into compost.


  1. A mixture of decaying organic matter, as from leaves and manure, used to improve soil structure and provide nutrients.
  2. A composition; a mixture.

I have yet to use this mixture. In fact, I don’t know how to use it, exactly. All I know is that I have a lot of organic material that can be reused somehow to help enrich the earth around my house. It may even help new plants to grow better. I am learning.


  1. To fertilize with a mixture of decaying organic matter.
  2. To convert (vegetable matter) to compost.

As I learn about this composting process, I am struck by how it mirrors what goes on in a heart.

My hope with this blog is to explore the possibility of collecting the unused parts of story, those that are hard and ugly and taste bad and appear to have no purpose, and turning them into a rich substance that can foster heart healing and heart growth.

You are invited to join me on this adventure, as I seek to figure out what composting the heart might look like and produce.




15 thoughts on “The Beginning

    1. mommypancis Post author

      “Please give us back our shoe” becomes “Please give me back my blog.” Thx for the love!

  1. Amy A.

    Looking forward to hearing you and seeing you…and catching your heart through your words. I will cherish it, friend…

  2. Ben

    My dear friend,

    How intense yet soft, deep yet understood, practical yet personal are your words on this subject. What a great title and what a great illustration of this journey you are on. So glad to have been and continue to be part of your journey and thankful for your obedience, willingness and strength to start this endeavor. Always thinking and mentioning you and all of our journey family in my prayers. Phil. 1:3

    1. mommypancis Post author

      Ben, I never thanked you here publicly for these encouraging words. Thank you. Thank you for being with me in person those years ago and in prayer as the seasons have changed. I am ever grateful for the role played on my journey. Blessings, Friend.

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