Shadows

The other night I had a dream that I was holding a book called Searching for a Better Shadow. I don't know what that means, but I sure don't want to lose it. Sometimes my dreams amaze me.

A sweet friend from seminary who has outlived many other people with cystic fibrosis has resigned her call to the congregation she has served for sixteen years.

The school for autistic children that uses the church building during the week is going to move. They need a bigger space.

I don't know why I put these things together. But now that I have, it seems right.