But God…

He picked blackberries, which gave him an idea. He got the ice cream out, and scooped it into a small bowl. He pulled a frozen fruit slush from the freezer. He mixed “mocha” chocolate milk, and added a straw. He ran to the yard and pick flowers, and arranged it all so beautifully.  Then he…

The Guest at Breakfast

He is real. Breathing. Alive. He has feelings, and he understands ours. I’m on a quest to invite him to live and breathe with me, in the most normal moments of my day. In the grimy and mundane and the glittering happy moments. I want Jesus to be included in each moment. On a whim…