Learning my lines . . .
. . . discovering what it means to follow Jesus, seeing my story swept up into his . . .

A Flurry or Two. . . .

I’ve promised to blog only if there’s something to say. The only word I can muster at this point in the week is “SNOW”. . . and several times over at that. Maybe this picture of the snow plow I encountered across from our office this morning says it all. . . .

I really feel sorry for this guy. He told me, however, that help is on the way.

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