Two things which are my brain’s “proof” of God, in the way where I seem to stumble into his face: The first is this concept; my imaginary friend can’t have superpowers. The second is love.
I am so excited about my future because I realize that I can’t stand in the way of his goodness. Even if I tried…
This morning, just before waking, I had a snippet dream. These are very short dreams, sometimes only an image. But, they can be so layered.
Personified voice of wisdom, or Jesus?
Do you taste of freedom like I do? Munch on his words “wherever it pleases… so it is with everyone born of the Spirit.”
Freedom is rest. Rest is being taken care of by God. I think all my fight amounts to nothing is his hands.
I seek for food every morning. It doesn’t come from the same places, and it’s not always at the surface. Today, I found my food here.
I read this passage with Jesus in my sights because of the first line “your lips have been anointed with grace,”
I believe, God did not make life to be a competition; he made life to be a conversation
But, Jesus was welcomed by the street-wise people. And he was telling them to repent and they saw something lovely.