I clip-clopped through the airport like a clumsy race horse shod with wooden shoes. People silently parted my way without any shouted apologies, horns or red carpet rollouts. My boots were warm but loud enough to reverberate their wooden soles as I sprinted through the concourse to reach my soon-departing flight. My gallop quickly slowed […]
"My people will dwell…in quiet resting places." Isa. 32:18
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