
By Patti Johnson I find myself sometimes between two worlds. This, the modern, contemporary, cutting edge, tech-savvy and forward-thinking world. The other, a quieter, simpler, slower, old school, consistent, and contented in the moment world. While neither holds all of the answers nor all of the problems, it is not by chance that a book, a classic, has once again found its way on my nightstand. Written in 1977 by Anne Ortlund, a wife, a mom, a composer, a writer,…