Lately, I’ve noticed how the sunlight streams through my kitchen window and brings health to my plants. I’m exploring how the Light of Christ changes my heart—my thoughts, words, and actions. Here’s how my study began. My husband rarely complains about anything—unless my plants crowd the kitchen counter space. “But they love the morning sunlight,” I say. “They may love the sunlight, but I like the counter space,” he replies with a smile. “I can’t wash my hands in this jungle without bumping into leaves.” “I’m sorry. I’ll move them,” I usually reply as I plan to sun them another…