Thursday, March 24, 2016

Telling Stories

We sit on the floor and the children know this is something special.  Mom has cooked a lamb and chopped apples and walnuts, sprigs of parsley on each plate.  Stories begin...of saltwater tears and flat bread. And we worship and giggle and cough on horseradish. And I am amazed by a God who has passionately pursued his people. Pursued me.

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