I didn't know I missed fried chicken until its smell meandered into my nose and my heart felt at home in an instant.
I didn't know instant coffee would so quickly become familiar, but it has and I'm grateful for it. I didn't know how grounding it was to be invited into a dance, grab hands, adjust to the rhythm new to me, and sweat, and laugh as we left the building to dance out in the rainy night. God is doing a new thing, and as I taste and see, I begin to perceive it. It comes with warm days and mosquitoes and singing through dark stormy nights about His goodness and being honest about what hurts without letting it overwhelm us, because we've been gifted with a grace that binds us together under a banner of love. Comments are closed.
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