I finished Donald Miller’s, A Million Miles in a Thousand Years this weekend. I also held my daughter’s hair back nine times (NINE times—Bueller) all throughout Saturday night and wiped her face. But I finished Miller’s book and despite the lack of sleep and my large intestine now wrestling with my small intestine, I smile. I smile. That is the power of a good book.
The book blends two things I’m in love with: story and life.
Because my large intestine and small intestine are having the battle of the century, I’m going to keep it short today. I intended to post an interview with a stellar author about a noble passion of hers. I’ll leave you in suspense until Wednesday.
*photo by flickr