The Ark

The writer’s retreat officially has a name.

The Ark.

The other day I was thinking . . .

-how much faith it takes to believe in God;
-how much faith it takes to stand before your man and take wedding vows;
-how much faith it takes to be a mother (or wait to be a mother);
-how much faith it takes to be writer;
-and how much faith Noah had when he built the ark.

Yes, The Ark. It fits. A place to retreat. An enclave of safety. It’s on a mountain. There’s lots of wildlife.

Finally, it has a name.

Now all it needs a couch.

(And a lamp and wireless Internet connection, adds my mom.)

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In the six hundredth year of Noah’s life, on the seventeenth day of the second month – on that day all the springs of the deep burst forth, and the floodgates of the heavens were opened.
--Genesis 7:11