cataloging the evidence
yesterday a spring drenched tree stood in breathtaking contrast with a soot grey sky.
today a volunteer who i have grown to treasure hugged me like a friend and forever sundered the transactional nature of our relationship.
this evening lydian wasn't struggling with colic, but struggling not to laugh as i ruffled her hair, thumbed her nose and delighted in her smile time and again.
every day threatens an open and shut case for entropy. for that reason we have to be careful to listen for, observe and record the small signs of the redemption accomplished and the redemption promised that are colliding upon the earth.
“A Cross Hanging from Her Neck”
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