Beyond banging doors and crackly announcements, God sits in an uncomfortable, kitchen chair that rocks, but isn’t supposed to, and He nods.
He sees dreadlocks and hears pleas.
And as prayers for new beginnings are hurled into the air, He marvels at the change, not in circumstances, but in hearts.
Went somewhere new this week, and thought I’d share. Also, linking with Emily at Imperfect Prose.
Question for you: Tell me where you've found God this week. Anywhere surprising?