*A rainbow in my yard this afternoon, spanning from driveway to field: a covenant of which I am beneficiary, but which will be kept, even in spite of me.

*Rain on my roof tonight.

*Books for months-on-end, courtesy of kind librarians.

*A visit from a rather wonderful cousin.

*A letter written on the back of a red-checked paper napkin.

*Forty-five new students next week to prevent my pining for last fall’s nineteen (though I will miss them).

*The way I always arrive at the next thing in spite of my dug-in-heels and declarations of unreadiness.  The way that, in spite of those, there is always grace enough, though it is not my grace.  The way I can rest in that, if I will, when a list is the only thing I seem able to write.

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