The first hitch of daylight came with this mornings first coffee. 4 hours of sleep but I’m awake from some extra curricular caregiving. “Ah Lord God…good morning” I whispered and took a sip. “So, Jesus…how much sleep did you get before riding on that unbroken colt into Jerusalem ?”
Morning broke as I read. Deeper thoughts stirred my mind. Sips of story mixed with coffee and new thoughts. I’m here in the moment. I’m in Jerusalem, I’m a child waving palm branches, I’m a vapor in the scheme of things yet loved and carved into his hands.
I answer another call for help from our daughters bedroom. We talk through her pain. There’s so much love…she is waving palm branches, praising yet desperate for Jesus touch. Her world of extreme pain and over-the-top love overlapping in rare moments that cross the border into that miraculous zone most never experience. “We love because He first loved us”.
The sun is breaking through the clouds. I sip and weep. So good. Wish I could share more sips….ah, someday.
Gary
Gods Ways are...Different 