Donut Angel, Baby Licking and Other Tails from the Trail
I decided to count my blessings, for lovely days on the trail, for donut angels and baby licking and parking ticket angels…
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I decided to count my blessings, for lovely days on the trail, for donut angels and baby licking and parking ticket angels…
In the locker room I dressed slowly, pondering this sudden realization that I was definitely, positively no longer young…
I’d awoken an instant before I heard the screeching tires, and I was already praying. What did it mean?
Today was going to be one of those days when nothing happened. And that was good.
He was praying with virtually every step: Guide me God, praise you Jesus… I started to pray with him.
Faith is a kind of filter that brings things I can’t understand into focus, a beacon that lights my way through darkness.
Young graduates are so inspiring. They remind me of a lesson I learned from one of my own professors…
What an inspiring treat, what an inspiring story. Isn’t that what a family is? A story?
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