This year (all seven weeks of it) has felt like a long hibernation, a dormant season where inspiration collapses beneath a deep blanket of snow. I’ve read and rested, and felt the need for rest along with the accompanying guilt that comes with the resting. Some people kick off the new year with a list of resolutions and goals. I begin it in slumber, low…
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