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Writing in the Flow
Sometimes I’m so excited to get back to my work that I forget to enjoy the French toast and blueberries and warm maple syrup. And butter. At breakfast. Sometimes I race through the raindrops so I don’t get wet and miss the best pictures of spring unfolding. And other...
“A Psalm. A Song. For the Sabbath Day.”
I was tempted to sit down at my computer on the dining room table before church. Isn’t church enough time with God this morning, I wondered?, while I considered foregoing my usual quiet time. I picked up my big steaming mug of coffee from the counter and glanced at...
“It’s Just Like the Cabin”
When we sold the family cabin on Washington Island after Dad died, I thought I’d be okay with that. It was the summer we’d received an invitation to attend a wedding in the South of France, just around the time my mom and I would have shared our birthdays on the...