Trust in the Imperfect

My priorities are changing. On a jog through our little housing complex recently, this fact was called out to me by a bold message scrawled on a neighbor’s driveway. “I  My Neigbors,” it declared. The big heart, scratched bold on the cracked pavement, caught my eye first. It used up the better part of a big …

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