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What’s God Alluding To?

  Clouds conceal the mountaintops today. Thick and gray. Foreboding even. But I have a hunch something is happening behind the clouds, beyond what my eyes can see. There’ve been clues: the temperature plummeted yesterday, and it is autumn, after all. So I’m...
What Matters More than the Choices We Make

What Matters More than the Choices We Make

In September, my high desert world turns all golden. It starts down low, as the native grasses go to straw. Then seemingly overnight, yellow tips appear on the rabbitbrush that superabounds in our neck of the woods. And now, twice a day—at seven in the morning and...