No more manna, God’s people ate lunch in the land of plenty after generations of lack. It was the end of walking in circles and calling it progress. The day…
For behold, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone. The flowers appear on the earth, the time of singing has come, the voice of the turtle-dove is…
My bare foot crunched on a once soggy, now crusted Cheerio on the kitchen floor. Sun glared through the nearby sliding glass door. Masses of small fingerprints melded into a…