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I have a long and friendly relationship with step stools and ladders, it’s a height thing. But recently, in an instance of distraction, from a towering height of maybe two feet, I took a tumble. I fell, not so gracefully landing on the floor and catching myself with my left hand/arm. After extensive medical research on my computer, I decided my wrist was sprained.
In our Sunday Bible study group, we talked about Noah and his ark. It made me think about the human process of waiting. I can’t even imagine being in Noah’s position. What would I do if God called me to such a monumental task? Needless to say, God knows better than to do that.
Like millions of Americans, I watched the Presidential Inauguration, aware of the history making events. But it was what I heard that resonated with me and remains implanted in my memory.
This week my thoughts turn to the dreamers of the world. Four in particular. You know who I mean, the people who see what life can be and strive to make it so.
There I was, sitting on my couch under a blanket, cup of hot tea in hand. There may have been a cookie involved. I sat watching as a couple, their designer, and contractor looked at two houses the couple could purchase.
There are days when I find myself thinking, “How did I get to this point?” My thoughts turn to all the slow unending days that magically clung together and turned into the past, which somehow flew by all too quickly. How can that be?
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