feels like … guttural groanings. But perhaps the “full of grace” vocabulary begins haltingly, simply, like a child, thankful for the childlike. But doesn’t the kingdom of heaven belong to such as these? At first, it’s the dare that keeps me going. That and how happy it makes me—giddy—this list writing of all that is good and pure and lovely and beautiful. But what keeps me going is what I read in that Bible lying open on my prayer bench looking out the window to the snow fort. The fort with a door