As the deer pants for streams of water, so I long for you, O God. Psalm 42:1
In the dog days of the sweltering summer when I was ten years old, my family drove across the Mojave Desert to go camping at the Grand Canyon. Our Chevrolet sedan had no air conditioning. The blacktop ahead of us softened in the heat, shimmering surrealistically.
Mom and Dad were up front, Dad driving; my three younger brothers ...
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