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The unseasonably beautiful weather began to wane this week, and we got back to the more typical overcast and drizzly days that characterize Decembers on the Oregon Coast. This was the last week before Allyson, Aura, Digby, and I would set out for a holiday trip across the country. One last week in the office, … More My Week 2017, vol. 50
I have walked this path more than mind can count, body knows, and it knows well.
Bread, drink are served. Your seat is reserved. Sit with us. Remember the taste.
Infant on my chest, babbling, giving in to sleep, far wiser than me.
When I pray, may I humbly ask for daily bread, not demand what’s owed.
Let loose all things, take only what you can carry. Walk to Bethlehem.