I usually write in quiet - an office, a room... anyplace I'm off by myself. But I'm sitting here in the middle of the auditorium at Family Life. It's 10:22 and a few die-hards are milling about, and the energy of the day hasn't faded yet. It's curls about the ankles, teases at the back of the mind as it compels people to cluster, talk, even work. It's funny how a good day almost doesn't depend on the circumstances or the fulfillment of expectations. It's good because God's people bring the fragrance of His goodness into every corner of this place.
There's so much I could fill this little page with. Hilarious fun with a silly hand-puppet. Hugs and smiles freely exchanged. Deep conversations and crazy dancing with my much younger friends. The fragrance of family. The fragrance of hope. The strong, heady scent of fearless abandon to the Father. God is good - yes He is... all the time.
So I sit, surrounded by living memories of the day, and I know - as much as this faltering little flesh-bound brain can know - that all the promises wrapped up in Jesus Christ are here and now in this place.
The Author of eternity...
the Maker of every moment and every beating heart...
the Giver of life and breathe...
My Lord Jesus, is scripting this minute... this hour... this day.
And I thank Him for letting me play in His yard.
Sleep well tonight... I know I will.
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