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.