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You know, I sat staring at my rug with my chin in my palm and elbow on my desk--thinking…which direction do I want to go with this? What do I want to say about the cross? What have I been feeling leading up to Easter? As I tried to pin down a thought or an emotion, I began feeling dizzy--like a tornado was swirling around me and I was whipping back and forth trying to grasp onto something that had already whizzed past by the time my hand got there. All of them begin swirling together into a great, powerful mass until I can’t tell one from the other. There are too many emotions. It wells up in my throat and I’m silent. I’m in awe. I’m amazed. I’m stricken—with love, with humility, with reverence. Why did He do that for me? How could He do that for me? I don’t deserve it. I can’t accept it. But I do…because He prompts me to it. He opens my hands and with so much love in His eyes, He places it into my palm and closes my fingers around it—asking me to accept a gift He desperately want

Passenger to Frankfurt by Agatha Christie Review

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Agatha Christie is currently a fave of mine! No matter the stack I take home with me from the library, there is always at least one Christie in the mix. My latest is Passenger to Frankfurt (PtF), a conspiracy story that would make a really great movie! World domination, overthrow, anarchy, youth in revolt, governments in confusion, all ingredients to really get you leaning in as both a viewer and a reader. I really leaned in with the introduction of Sir Stafford Nye; the personality and the penchant for trouble that makes a good lead character in a conspiracy plot. I found myself about halfway into the book without knowing what it was I should be trying to solve or pick up clues from the author for. With PtF, you can’t make any conclusions because you simply don’t know what specific mystery the book is unraveling. You feel like you’re still trying to figure out what you should be trying to figure out until a third in. This isn’t necessarily a bad thing, it just isn’t what you expe