A wealth of wilderness
At camp, I discovered a beauty that keeps going.
At camp, I discovered a beauty that keeps going.
That’s how prayer works, I thought. Prayer is holding hands.
Love requires space. When we set rigid limits, we leave bits out and we fail to see what is happening in front of our eyes.
Maybe, in another season or another year, I will find a nourishing reason behind omitting the Gloria, but this year, our family will keep singing together.
Just past my kids’ school, there is a red brick church with a cafe in the lobby.
Introducing new columnist, Katie Munnik
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