I wonder if everything
In heaven will be well loved
Like a comfortable sweater
And a couch that hugs your butt just the wife way.
Holy Spirit you know how I am longing for comfort.
For the things of childhood that were so soothing:
Playing in the grass, coloring so hard you could smell the crayons, saying hi ready to make friends with the world.
Sometimes when people long for the good old days. I think they are wishing for their inner child
—even if they don’t remember who that was.
Ans yet Jesus, you know
And say that a child shall lead us.
God you know that nothing is gently used in my house—my kids are busting with energy and ready to fully embrace everything life has to offer.
Couches are to jump on.
Juice boxes spilling out with sweet goodness.
Mud and dirt brimming with life.
God, in this time of turmoil, help me to taste heaven.
Because surely this chaos is what Pentecost was like!
Come Holy Spirit! Fill us with some messy hope today we pray.
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