There is the soft crunch of frost beneath my feet as I walk this morning. It is a sound unlike any other. One can almost hear the pain of the grass as it is crushed underfoot, even when stepping gently.
Or wait, maybe it is a tired sigh, a weary longing for the rest of lying dormant beneath a blanket of snow. Sometimes I wonder if I see the truth within the lives that I touch in this world. My prayer today is that I may be more aware of the feelings and needs of those whose lives I touch.
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AuthorJoel Kreger is a writer who grew up in Minnesota, spent many years of his life in Iowa and Wisconsin, and now lives in Minnesota. His life experience includes careers of serving 17 years as a Lutheran parish pastor, working 18 years as a public school teacher, and now writing as a novelist and blogger. Archives
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