Describing to a friend how a bathroom stall was, during busy days, the only place to catch my breath and reengage my prayer, this old post swam back into my memory.
Originally posted Thursday, June 4, 2009
It could be perched on top of a recycle bin by old windows.
Or around a conference table, the florescent lights becoming windows to a better way of living one day at a time.
And sometimes it's just a familiar bench by the bathrooms waiting for a movie to start.
The Flood - The Fire Chief is in my driveway. Water is pouring down the black macadam like a river, and rain is pounding on the windows of my house. Flashing red lig...
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