...dawn was the color of cornflowers with white clouds circling the horizon line, barricading us inside this dazzling canopy.
...started with tender words over dark roast coffee. What a difference one conversation can make. Confession, forgiveness, the gentle breeze of grace.
...does not include going to a basketball game. We have three to five games a week right now, and my rear end is numb. What I didn't expect is that I will actually miss spending an hour screaming my support.
...Eric Metaxas spoke at the National Prayer Breakfast:
I only listened to Metaxas's speech, which starts at approximately the 34:30 mark in the video. I love that Metaxas is brilliant and funny and uncompromising and gracious. My favorite line of the speech? "This is a Bonhoeffer moment." Yes! Listen and tell me what you think.
...ended with cornflower fading to lightest blue, with cotton candy swirls dancing round the oak silhouettes across the valley; it was beauty from beginning to end.
In this season of wrestling and squeezing and scrimping and climbing out, such days are a miracle as big as a sea becoming dry land. I am glad I had eyes to see.