My Complicated Relationship with the Church Parking Lot
Every Sunday I survive the sanctuary. It's the parking lot that nearly does me in.
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Every Sunday I survive the sanctuary. It's the parking lot that nearly does me in.
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The yard holds its breath, and I am standing in the doorway with no particular reason to go back inside.
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Sometimes the detour isn't a mistake. Sometimes it's the whole point.
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Not a productivity system — just five small practices that help me stay human when the calendar gets loud.
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Every kitchen has one. Mine has taught me something about the things we learn to live around.
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