Life is not fair in that way or any other way. We are who and what we are.

Humans are aware of very little, it seems to me, the artificial brainy side of life, the worries and bills and the mechanisms of jobs, the doltish psychologies we’ve placed over our lives like a stencil. A dog keeps his life simple and unadorned.

You would not think someone so afflicted would or could be cheerful, not prone to melancholy or the miseries. Early on she acquired ways of dealing with her lift in general. And as she grew older it became evident that she feared almost nothing – perhaps only horses and something she couldn’t quite name, a strange presence of danger not quite or not really a part of the world.

She looked at him. She thought that indeed he might love her, in some way. The love of one human being for another, which does not demand classification or mode.

She loved most being in the woods with the diffused light and the quiet there. Such a stillness, with just the pecking of ground birds and forest animals, the flutter of wings, the occasional skittering of squirrels playing up and down a tree. The silent, imperceptible unfurling of spring buds into blossom. She felt comfortable there. As if nothing could be unnatural in that place, within but apart from the world.

She understood somehow that she was lucky in her special way to love these events without the complicated, pressing question of physical love, to absorb life from the center and its periphery at once, so she could for a while take it all in with the sweet fullness of the entirely human and the utterly strange, without apprehension or fear.

It's a desperate situation. Hotels are now sending away evacuees that have been here since Sunday.

This weekend he's been talking about how our lives are transformed by spiritual disciplines, through prayer and Bible study and meditation and spending quiet time daily with God.

We do drama, we do lots of videos, high-energy media kinds of entertainment things for them, but the main thing is the worship and Bible teaching ... with (speaker) Jeff Kinley.

Steven Spielberg could not have put together a film as dramatic as this. To see people wading in poisonous water, coming into the downtown area with families, asking 'Where do we go? Where are the police?,' and people sleeping on highway rampsno one expected that.