After waking at 3:50am Arizona time---the exact time they'd be waking on Richmond time---the kids are now running with the quail, enticing coyotes with their unique interpretation of to-the-moon howls, and extracting hairlike spines from prickly pears and other spiny succulents from their own hands...without tears. Beholding their irrepressible joy in this awe-inspiring slice of creation is the only Sunday service I'll attend---or need---this morning. Thanks be to God.
[*Amazingly, I too am without tears. Our beloved (and long-serving) digital camera took a header on the floor of the Atlanta airport yesterday, and seems to have photographed her last.]
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well said!!
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