Over the weekend, we had some of the noisiest-to-walk-on snow I've ever walked on. Every step creaked. It wasn't a sharp sound, in that it was somehow cardboardy, but it was loud. More than that, every footstep left behind it a perfect, sharp, clear mold of the sole of the shoe.
I couldn't help thinking that if I were a burglar or mugger I would have hated that snow.
Living in the Now: Being Content
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As I read email updates from the Bible school in England I plan to attend,
I find myself wishing I were already there. As I hear about my online
friends ...
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