Walking Our Faith
There were whiteout conditions last night on Hoosier Pass and this morning the wind is still whipping snow sideways as the temperature hovers above zero.
I’m tucked under a blanket as I knit in my big chair, Yo-Yo Ma is playing the Bach cello suites softly, there’s a stack of books on the marble-top table next to my chair with my journal and a cup of milky tea. I’m reading “The Friendship of Women” by Joan Chittister.
There’s a quote in the book that speaks of the friendship, yes friendship, between God and us.