I want to write about time and space and our stories, the importance of place and the gift of life.
I want to write wonderful things that spring out of the gorgeous words of ancient Scripture… “It was snowing in Zalmon,” the psalmist says. “Upon the willows in the midst of it we hung our harps” they sang. I’ve kept a list of phrases and little lines of ancient writ that enthrall me. These are the gems, the little sparkling rocks I’ve collected over the years of combing the sand and watching the terrain of the word.
Beyond that, who knows? I have to write to find out.
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