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February 13, 2013


I had half-hearted plans to get to a service last night--feeling like I didn't really want to go, but I'd be really glad I did. Illness got in the way, and I didn't end up going. My Lenten journey was forcing myself to go pick up the farmbox.

I have something rumbling in my mind about faith and showing up (like writing)--maybe showing up is an act of faith?--but my head's too fuzzy with congestion to make anything sensible or eloquent with it.

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