Drink deep droughts at this well. If you prefer jabber like phonecalls and juvenile stabs at prose, all elbows and knobby knees, read mine, read most found in blogdom.
But this place I’ll mention again, for your enrichment, for tears behind your eyes and laughter; surprised, pleased, uncomfortable in moments. Yet real and unflinching and not yet (I hope never) giving up on God.
It’s masterful stuff by award-winning author Angela Stewart.
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I've been consumed for a few years by care for my parents, so writing has fallen by the wayside. In and for my heart, this has become a ...
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I've been consumed for a few years by care for my parents, so writing has fallen by the wayside. In and for my heart, this has become a ... -
She stands between the window sill and their bed. When I pass by, her back is to the open door. She stands a long while. He is away at an ...
2 comments:
oh! oh! oh!
i feel all shy and bumbling now, and wondering how i've fooled you!
thanks so much.
Not trying to embarrass you, but what can I say? I'm a fan. What you've written online is a gift; I'm sure it's encouraged many people besides myself.
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