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Christine Yount Jones
When I was a young girl, Little John Saunders’ donkey lived in the lot next to ours. I liked to stand out by our backyard fence and sing to the donkey. Until one day, he jumped the fence, looked at me for a few seconds, and then bolted off…
“Blessed are you, O Israel; Who is like you, a people saved by the Lord, Who is the shield of your help And the sword of your majesty! So your enemies will cringe before you, And you will tread upon their high places.” Deuteronomy 33:29…
This photo is a macro photo of wood chipped for the pulping process. It is how we are to grope for God…examining every minute detail. I imagine a small child in the middle of the night, alone, frightened, crying out, reaching into the dark. Hoping someone will meet…
