How Does God Speak to Us?

By Mallory P. Someone asked me to come to the faculty meeting because notes needed to be taken. Mr. Someone was my boss, so I took off my coat and put my purse back in the cabinet. I love my job (I do), but late afternoon faculty meetings push the limits of my otherwise enjoyable work day. Do you ever have those moments where you can feel in the sarcomeres of every muscle the tension of life’s unaddressed concerns and worries? I felt it for just a moment, and I sighed as I walked up the tw...
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