It felt like church this week.
Holy time. Seven days of creating words on paper.
I am spent. But also thankful.
I’m thankful to my husband who gave me time apart.
I’m thankful to have been surrounded by interesting classmates — gifted and generous with time and encouragement.
But is there a most of all? Well, yes. Usually, there is. And this prayer’s most-of-all goes to two teachers who made my week possible with their wisdom in the art of writing.
It is a paltry amen for this week of gifts. But like the widow and her mite, it’s all I got.