The Gift

  It’s the Tuesday after Easter. The songs have been sung, the sacred story told, the good china washed and put away, and we slip back into the daily routine.  On this quiet afternoon, I sit and look down the long stretch of years to the Easters of my childhood.…

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Comfort

It had been one of “those” weeks. A small misunderstanding had grown out of all proportion, and she felt her world tilt. Nothing was as it should be. A current of discouragement ran through her days rendering her, as it always did, immobile. Her head, with its dispassionate view of…

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