I’ve avoided my quiet time, for time on Facebook, hoping to pick up crumbs that might set my day straight better than the terror I’m finding there. Often I find…
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The hoar frost drifted off the trees this day, this rest day I had worked hard to earn by reading student work on the computer pretty much from afternoon through…
Some people say signs in the sky say something about what God is up to–hope or his sacrifice or judgement. I don’t know about that, but the gift to me…
The drifts were long fins, that reminded me of Cadillacs or the long ridges you see out west, called the same. The wind had drawn the snow along the ice…