Noticing.Six

My morning quiet time seems to expand and contract based on the worthiness of how I’m spending it. All signs point to Matthew. “Earth’s crammed with heaven,/And every common bush afire with God” — Elizabeth Barrett Browning School or library? Library or school? Why not both? We stand at the front of the classroom excitedly talking about seasons, timing, and how you know when to move on. God’s name drops several times. I feel other women’s eyes on us. I wonder if they’re annoyed or interested...