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advent’s waiting

She toddled in with her momma , and I peeked around the corner of the shelf to say hello. She frowned and I stepped back with a comment, “Maybe my mask scared her.” Her momma replied, “If this keeps on going she won’t remember… Continue Reading “advent’s waiting”

Advent’s waiting…

It’s the second Sunday of Advent as I sit quietly waiting for the sun to slowly bring light to morning darkness. I think of him. The oldest son in Arkansas standing somewhere in the wet timber waiting.   I remember one Thanksgiving when the… Continue Reading “Advent’s waiting…”