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Dreams in the Wordless Place

Dreams in the Wordless Place

In the garage, my egg incubator holds the promise of almost forty chickens. I was busy and forgot to hold the eggs up to the light to see if chickens were growing inside. “Candling” is like the birdie ultrasound. I guessed I would just be surprised. I purchased the...
The LORD is a Hiding Place Along the Path

The LORD is a Hiding Place Along the Path

Can I talk to the Marthas for a moment? I know the Marys chide the Marthas, but as a true Martha, I’m not here to yell at you… honest. I am a Martha. Ya know, the one who was busy being hospitable to her guests, while her sister Mary was sitting listening to the Jesus...