Homecoming
I still believe God comes
down every once in a
while and dwells among
us. His agenda is strictly
homecoming, returning to his senses by shedding his shoes to run through holy grass freshly mown and have that smell take him back to a time when life was simpler, back when he was still a carpenter’s boy, back before becoming well acquainted with grief. To remain just outside the radar of understanding or to be a distant star in the firmament is sometimes more than even he can bear.
homecoming, returning to his senses by shedding his shoes to run through holy grass freshly mown and have that smell take him back to a time when life was simpler, back when he was still a carpenter’s boy, back before becoming well acquainted with grief. To remain just outside the radar of understanding or to be a distant star in the firmament is sometimes more than even he can bear.
Thank you for this.
Thanks for stopping by, Susie.
had a double hep’in of fried catfish in yalls honor last night, with fried okra, hush puppies and coleslaw,God is in his heaven
Amen, Mike…amen.
This was wonderful this morning. And probably again each morning this week when I reread it. Thanks for your discipline to collection.
Thanks, Kiki…may your day be graced.