On Arriving Early
There's a kind of grace in being the first one there — before the room fills up and the moment belongs to everyone.
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There's a kind of grace in being the first one there — before the room fills up and the moment belongs to everyone.
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A few practical ways to step back from the noise without stepping out of your life entirely.
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A poem about the quiet holiness hiding in the ordinary aisles of a hardware store on an unhurried afternoon.
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We spend whole chapters of our lives in waiting rooms, and almost none of us know what to do with them.
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Moses turns aside to look at a bush that will not stop burning — and I wonder how often I walk past my own.
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