It’s a heretical thought, but what if we’re exactly where we’re supposed to be?

President* Trump, Yesterday evening a wren flew into our front window, probably disoriented by the smoggy, smoky air. I’m not sure if it bounced off the window the eight or so feet to the tree in the front yard or somehow scuttled over to it, but the little thing sat almost motionless under the tree … Continue reading It’s a heretical thought, but what if we’re exactly where we’re supposed to be?