i prayed that God put in my mind those things that he wants me to write about and every morning, like manna, the words are waiting to find me or be found.
it is my job to gather. sometimes, i don’t have enough hours in the day or a basket big enough for his providence. my hands, fingers, pens, keys, screens, pages runneth over.
thoughts float down like sweet sticky buns from heaven. proficiency and abundance are divine.