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.
prairie daze 
she did it! Can’t wait to hear about it!
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I love that, “my oldest darling”. What a tender post.
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oh my. i love this.
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so, there is a snow camp? that sounds fun.
Love the sunset picture. The most beautiful sunset i’ve ever seen is in newton!
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