“I sing for joy in the shadow of your wings. I cling to you; your strong right hand holds me securely.” (Ps 63:7-8) The sun’s powerful rays have just catapulted over the ridge to…
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Our train snakes through the plains, scattered with fields of crops and brightly colored huts, we make our way to the foothills where it’s still build-a-fire, dreary kind of wintery weather. But not for…
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“That’s not my circus. That’s not my monkeys.” – a Polish Proverb This is the quote that has been speaking rather loudly to me for the last couple days. Have you ever found yourself taking…
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New Sherpa slippers, feet propped up, sitting in the old blue chair—the “reading nook” I recently set up in our basement bedroom. Each little branch outside is covered in ice, melting and making dripping…