Peace Like A River


It was a wide river, mistakable for a lake or even an ocean unless you'd been wading and knew its current. Somehow I'd crossed it... Now I saw the stream regrouped below, flowing on through what might've been vineyards, pastures, orhards... It flowed between and alongside the rivers of people; from here it was no more than a silver wire winding toward the city. - Leif Enger, Peace Like A River

Friday, February 14, 2003

So last night we have our cell group over to our house. Some of the other men are in their 50s and 60s, and when they came in the house, John went up to them and said "Grandpa". Ha. He recognized that they were older than Daddy and so probably a Grandpa.

Afterwards when we were all having something to nibble on, John was just talking up a storm. Not sure of some of the things he was saying, but he was enjoying the attention.

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