Life seems so short. This week seeing the children I taught now with their own children growing up so fast was a wake – up call as to the fleeting life I now live in contrast to the permanence of God. 353 more words
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His large strong, weathered fingers swiped at the flickering light, he wanted to catch it and hold it in the palm of his hand. He wanted to put this dancing light into the most exquisite mason jar and carry it around with him in his pocket…Free to take it out and look at it shine when he wanted, where he wanted…His intentions were pure- he wanted to protect it and remind it every day of how very lovely it was. 310 more words
I could have also named this post, which I did by accident, “Thyme, season and dense”. Same difference.
Working in research rarely delivers surprises.
I started a blog post with the above one sentence a couple of days ago, only to abandon it as, no doubt, the phone rang or something. 53 more words