blog archives
blog subscription


I feel, I explained yesterday, like I’m sitting in the kitchen while God cooks dinner. No conversation, but there’s contact, care.

This is, I guess, my “finding-yourself” year; taken because everyone told me I ought to. I’m no more convinced of the value of this time than I was six months or a year ago, but I’m nearly a quarter of the way in, I suppose.

This article was posted in christianity, photographs and tagged . Bookmark the permalink.
Both comments and trackbacks are closed.