What to Do When You Feel Weak
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What to Do When You Feel Weak

The early spring air felt crisp the morning I stepped off my front stoop and walked down our gravel drive for the last time until summer. On the last stretch of a short run, I slipped on a patch of mud and fell, fracturing my ankle. I called Nate in tears. He came, picked me up, put me in the car, and drove back to the house. My feet wouldn’t travel that same stretch of driveway again until August.

Glory Revealed

Glory Revealed

There is singing as we slip in the back. We’re late, which is normal for evening services. The cows can only be milked so fast and we can only start so early. The congregation is singing, “Low in the grave He lay, Jesus my Savior…” Our bench soon fills with other farmers, also late with still-damp…

new every morning

new every morning

“Jeremiah!” they called. “Come back! There’s nothing out there but sand!” The desert prophet ignored their cries and continued his stumbling journey away from the city. His grimy, wrinkled face hadn’t been washed in ages because of a recent drought over the land, and his legs wobbled from lack of food. The holy city behind…

The End.

The End.