Strawberries and Jesus

 Jesus is so cute. I'm making vanilla muffins right now. The recipe doesn't call for strawberries but I added them anyway because it sounded delicious and I felt Jesus say, "I like strawberries 😊" The Jesus who took my place and died on a cross and endured so much pain, mockery and suffering by the hands of his own people, the Jesus who casted out demonic lies from my body and mind and completely changed my life just told me that he liked strawberries?? 
I love him so much. 🥹🍓

He's the sweetest Dad

 I've always loved birds. I don't know if it's because of Luke 12:23-24 or maybe because I hear God's beauty when they sing. Regardless- I love birds. Last night, I was reading Psalm 23 and writing some notes down. Since I was outside, I was enjoying the birds and the late night sky. It had been a good day. Muffins were made. I had just  finished listening to a podcast episode I had been saving for that night (Psalm 23 with Stasi Eldredge). I heard a noise that caused me to turn to the opposite side of the swing. And there was a bird on the armrest of the swing. It was the cutest bird. God cares about the little things! That's so sweet of him! He didn't have to show me that bird, but He did! He's the sweetest Dad!❤

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)

A reminder to myself

I constantly think that I'm going too fast- that I should slow down and not skip around the bible too much. That I should stop highlighting or at least tone it down. I thought my bible was too worn out, too used and then God showed me that a bible is meant to be lived in. Now I don't bully myself when I make a mistake with my highlighters (and that took a while to learn). A few days ago, I typed this out before I dove into the book of Daniel:  

Don't give up on Jesus. Don't give up on God. Just because you think you're going too fast and your bible's too colorful doesn't mean that it's too much. Doesn't mean you can't rediscover verses. You can still dig and dive into Scripture that you've already seen. Don't give up. Keep going. 

my roots go down for miles...

 My red shoes are so worn down when they used to be so bright. I used to play on the swings and to swing up to the trees but now I get nauseous whenever my feet leave the ground and I look up for too long- almost as if my feet are my roots that need to stay down within the ground. I liked moving through the trees at the constant and steady decline of the hill. I liked the way my feet felt on the solid, deep and dirty forest ground. I liked all the shades of brown.