101) rose tea after a long, full weekend, bits of pink petals in the loose leaves
102) language: verbal, non-verbal; how humans communicate with each other, and with the divine
103) a sunday afternoon nap
104) listening to her playing hymns on the piano, singing along to the tunes her hands are comfortable with
105) words, phrases, sentences, how they're spliced and glued together, read into poetry and prose; the way they roll off the tongue; the way they attempt to communicate precisely what is in the heart, but often fail
106) the possibility of reconciliation with God
107) zucchini slices covered in cheese
108) attending a sunday school class for the first time in about a year and feeding off of the words and ideas of others
109) sitting in the same pew i used to always sit in, and next to the same person, too
(plus ca change, plus c'est la meme choose)
110) being embarrassed in front of the entire congregation by being mentioned as a 'non-guest', i think i even heard clapping
111) coming home to a discarded $5 DVD my sister left behind
112) granted traveling mercies in a state of pure exhaustion
113) oh, how He loves us
114) faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things unseen
115) the whoopie pies my mom always buys, but which i never seem to get around to eating
116) this lovely streak of grey in the bangs of her hair
117) clouds that are substantial, clouds that look too proud to move, engraving themselves into the sky like statues or frescoes
118) the Bread of Life
119) never thinking i would be grateful for the speed of my internet, but finding myself so
120) being pleasantly surprised with the outcome of some pictures taken on my phone
121) watching pre-teens growing into teens, developing acne, of all things
122) introducing her to Hawaiian Pidgin
123) echoes of mercy, whispers of love
124) attempting to pronounce russian words...i can basically manage breetanskee (british)...forget the cyrilic alphabet at this point
125) wishing the repose of the household matched the repose of my heart
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