at church we were asked how we see the spirit moving around us…
i think that is the perfect question. not if, but how.
the swirls and dips and swoons of god’s mercy are all around us…feeling that wind is my daily hope.
my oldest darling went and returned from a weekend hundreds of miles away at snow camp. jerry and i both realized a dull sadness knowing this is one more step away…it was so good to have her come home again.