Here we stand at the start of a new year, its days and months waiting to unfold like petals on an amaryllis. When I slow and savor each moment of unfolding beauty, I discover all over again that beauty is there in each day, just waiting to be found. It’s
When I woke on Monday, it was dark. Very dark. And very quiet. No hum of the fridge or whisper of the heat turning on. No light from the streetlights outside, or from the kitchen of an early-rising neighbor seeping through cracks in the blinds. I checked my watch. 5:20.
As I drape socks and tops over my laundry rack, the later bits of Handel’s Messiah play in the background, the words straight from Scripture: “I know that my Redeemer liveth, and that he shall stand at the latter day upon the earth. . . . Behold I tell you
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