Forty days is a long time. Almost 6 weeks. But they could be forty of the most significant days of your life. There are some days in life that you really wouldn’t write home about. But then there are seasons like these: “And rain fell on the earth forty days and forty nights.” (Genesis 7:12)…
“Like the coolness of snow at harvest time is a trustworthy messenger to those who send him; he refreshes the spirit of his masters.” – Proverbs 25:13 I love the snow. I always have. Growing up on the ocean coast of New England, we didn’t see much of it. A good snowstorm happened maybe once…
i am not the world’s greatest cook. i have been known to burn vegetables. you know, the kind you put in water and boil on the stove? yes, those. i’ve burned them. my rice generally turns out sticky, i tend to overcook my fish, my omelets fall apart. but i like to bake, and i’m…
i never thought i’d be here, in this place of reticence on a sunday morning, in this place of ambivalence about going to church…i didn’t go this morning. i haven’t been for weeks. and i feel like maybe i should feel guilty about it, but really, what i feel guilty about is not feeling guilt….
So the second day was a looooong drive. I spent a good portion of the day in North Dakota, and learned a couple of things: 1) it is very important (judging from the number of billboards i saw proclaiming such) to “stop aquatic hitchhikers.” (?!?!) 2) North Dakota is home to the largest metal sculpture…
