The Vast Sky Was My Teacher
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The vast needs that spread wide before us? They are already in His hands.
I lay back on to the concrete and stretched my arms wide out the side.
Houston's night air became shockingly fickle at times, and the darkness lent an edge to the air. Cicadas' throaty songs of the day had lulled into an abrupt hush with the arrival of darkness. My fingers spread wide against the sand-papery driveway, drinking in...