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“The Windsock Visitation” by Brother Michael O’Neil McGrath “The Windsock Visitation” by Brother Michael O’Neill McGrath – See more at:...
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Comfort, O comfort my people, says your God. – Isaiah 40:1 There’s a comfort that enshrouds the living in the illusion of safety, swaddled in excess, removed from exposure, bundled like that boy in A Christmas Story, unable to move or effect...
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This morning the world was cloaked, white on white, as snow fell and the mountains shied behind a sheet of fog. The cornfield stretched between, like a wide sheet of paper, empty. Lighting the fire, I feel the way these two days between...
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Last night, in a charming bid to avoid bedtime, one of my three-year-olds asked me, “Where does shadows go?” I stood in the dark doorway explaining about darkness and light until they seemed satisfied. Then, when the other boy woke at 3 am in a...
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Eggs arrive one-a-day, like manna. We run to check the nest box, Israelites leaping at first light, hands open, to gather the mystery of provision from unlikely places. Photo Credit. Linking with Playdates with God and the Unforced...
