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

Tuesday, May 11, 2004

The last couple days John has been telling his own stories about Tinkerbell and Peter Pan. It's so cute. He'll say something like "This one is called (something...)" (he gets that from Mouse Soup, where there are several different stories, with different titles, so in reading it to him we probably said "and this story is called...") Then, he'll tell some kind of story, like "One morning, Tinkerbell and Wendy.." funny...

John has his at home evaluation this morning. They should already be there at this time.

I'm meeting Pastor for lunch today. Also, have a deacon mtg tomorrow night. Not looking forward to that one.

It might be warm enougn tonight to try and take the kids over to the lake again, let them play on the playground stuff. Only thing is the bathrooms were still locked up there.

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