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Something old

Slipped on an old vest from the closet this evening before Community Group. Olive tan insulated canvas, it's been with me a long time. A couple of tiny paint splotches are a reminder of a college mission trip to a Native reservation in Oklahoma— we helped them build their church, and they helped me infinitely more. That's just one memory of this vest; there are others, some deeper, some harder to recall. Felt like time to put it on again, perhaps to find another story or two.

We read Psalm 22 tonight. That's one to keep with me now.

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