Muffins and Jesus

 Last night I was making muffins and as I was sitting on the kitchen floor (periodically balancing on my tiptoes as well), the kitchen was loud and full of after-dinner-clean-up. The dishwasher was getting loaded, condiments were being put in the fridge. Music was also playing so we were having fun listening to 80s/90s artists. As I was sitting on the floor and resting against the island, I got this picture of Jesus just being with us. Like he was sitting on the island top, swinging his legs, just listening to us and smiling with some much joy, love, and warmth. His face was glowing. And as I dwelt on this image, I got so happy and started smiling like crazy to myself because Jesus was just hanging out in our messy, crowded, music-filled, muffin-making kitchen and just vibing with us. (The muffins turned out beautiful, by the way)