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It’s easy to hold a brush.Harder to write the fewest strokes that mean the most. Mira had been given the largest brush in the studio. This was unfortunate. Large brushes attract expectations. The brush stood nearly as tall as she did and had a bamboo handle thick enough to make several respectable flutes. The old…
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Some days are full.Love simply remembers everyone anyway. Grandmother’s kitchen had a reputation. Not because the soup was extraordinary. Not because the bread was famous. Mostly because nobody ever left hungry. The little girl, however, seemed determined to become the first exception. She sat with her spoon. Turned it once. Twice. Then a third time,…
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Preface With our journey through Paul’s letters to Timothy now complete, we begin a new road with Titus. Titus was not a stranger to Paul’s work. He had traveled with him, stood beside him during difficult questions in the early church, entered Corinth during a strained season, and returned carrying news Paul had been waiting…
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Silence is not empty.It simply has nothing left to prove. Everyone agreed the grove had become quieter. No one remembered exactly when. The flowers claimed it had always been that way. The breeze said nothing. Which everyone accepted as supporting evidence. Every morning, before the first bird tested the air, before the mist decided where…
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Some winters lasted longer than weather.The bear called them practice. The first snow arrived exactly on time. The bear did not. He was already sitting in the middle of the meadow. Eyes closed. Paws resting together. Breathing so quietly that the falling snow began copying him. By lunchtime, the squirrels announced he had started hibernating.…
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2 Timothy 4:19-22 Quietly Seated The man was sitting down, and that alone was almost impossible. People had known him by noise, wounds, broken chains, and the frightening geography of tombs and hillsides. He had lived near death before he died, moving through places where no one wanted to meet him after dark. But now…
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Good friends rarely needed a plan.The road learned to expect them anyway. By the time the mist reached the bend near the bakery, the little road was already awake. It had collected three puddles, two fallen leaves, and one very small stone that looked important for no clear reason. The signpost leaned politely toward nowhere.…
