A recollection of precious moments.
A life hard pressed. Crushed. Perplexed.
A better life reformed. Redirected. Recreaginated.


Oh yes, you shaped me first inside, then out;
you formed me in my mother's womb.
I thank you, High God—you're breathtaking!
Body and soul, I am marvelously made!
I worship in adoration—what a creation!

Tuesday, February 2, 2010

The Splitting Hair

It happened when I was an eight-grader... hair that divided the school.

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