“I have many memories of quiet times in my life: an evening hearing frogs croak by the lake; an evening hearing catfish hit the bottom of a boat; the straightness of the pine trees in Mississippi; the Evergreens and Aspens of Colorado; the pastures seen out of the passing train window; an Elk calf in the grass at dawn; and sunrise at Chincoteague and Assateague Islands as the calm boats come back into the shore. All of these have been quiet moments of reflection I’ve enjoyed during varying spiritual retreats I’ve gone on. ‘He maketh me to lie down in green pastures. He leadeth me beside still waters. He restoreth my soul.’ Psalms 23:2.”

–from reader Jeannette Strubhar

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