This road of faith
Formerly titled Giving thanks 2025 , but I didn't get around to writing this yesterday, so.... Sew buttons. Or Ah so ! as Brynn, Mirella, and Finny might say. So on and sew forth, or myriad takes on so and sew and when am I going to make any sense? Maybe I'll never be perfectly clear, but Saint Paul does write that currently we see through a glass dimly (1 Corinthians 13.12), and I believe he knew what he was on about. Cami calculates the distance to the ground, or something like that. Last night I didn't have much in the way of clarity, but usually the road is darkest before the dawn. Today is cloudy, yet the chickens had an outing, and in her haste to join her sisters, Cami launched, then landed atop our aged greenhouse. It's not like Eric's , and Cami certainly isn't a hawk . She squawked LOUDLY, trying to figure out how to reach the ground, then finally edging her way to the end of the roof, she flew somewhat gracefully, reaching terra firma. She's a fu...