Hope in the Winter of Waiting

Hope in the Winter of Waiting

“If you walk along here,” he said, tracing the tip of his pen along the shoreline, “you should be able to see the seals lying out on the sandbar. And here,” the pen stopped, “there’s a little shack people have assembled over the...
Looking at Earth and Seeing Heaven Instead

Looking at Earth and Seeing Heaven Instead

It was a warm November day, the leaves had only recently begun to turn, and the maples along our street were blazing in deep reds and oranges. The air smelled earthy, pungent, and I could hear the crackle of the fall leaves beneath my feet even over the podcast on my...

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