today at work a member of the public accosts me and asks, you are from the other place, are you not? she is my old regular, from another place, another time, at a new place now, and she recognizes me. she remembers that i went away. she remembers that J and J were young. she remembers me with fond memories.
eight years are a long time to remember, i think. it humbles me to realize that God pleases, out of his great kindness, to establish the work of my hands, and to allow me glimpses of his goodness to gladden my day.
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