Sweet As Strawberries
Alexi Murdoch – Orange Sky
I’ve spent a perfectly good and rainy afternoon in bed today. And lived to tell about it, I might add. Everything about today is good (except for me, peut-être): my house smells of strawberries, the windows and the roof tell tales of raindrops, I clicked around in the happiest cowboy boots this morning, and have received high-five top-notch notes from the dearest of friends.
I really do believe that Jesus can be the answer to my hardest questions. Questions of not enough, of loneliness yet not alone, of it’s all too much, of should have been. Questions worth asking if you know who to ask. I may not be so sure at the time, but it’s enough to know that someone knows.