Gratitude
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On Trash and Treasures … and Starting Over
On Thursdays, we turn into an old married couple. Although no pastor I know ever actually takes an entire day off, Dave tries to stay away from his office on Thursdays, and he likes to pretend (though I know differently) that he’s not thinking about church and the people it contains. We begin the day with a cup of coffee — same as every other morning — but this cup is sipped leisurely. Sighs of satisfaction usually occur at some point. I wait as long as I can. Eventually, when I can’t stand the suspense any longer, I’ll ask, “What should we do today?” Dave will take a minute before…
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Rescue Me
A post from my other blog, Wind Scraps, written five years ago today. That Felix. If he were a human boy, he’d be losing himself on hikes in the mountains, or falling into wells, or ever-working himself into tight and dangerous spots. But he’s not human. He’s a cat. And so he shadows Dave like a bobcat, following him into the shed and out back to the wood pile, and down to the car that doesn’t run anymore. When Dave opens the door and rummages in the glove compartment to find whatever he went looking for, Felix hatches a plan and motions to Mittens to follow his lead. They slip…
