Back in the day of puppy dog ears and skinned knees just below my skirt, the lifer kitchen ladies
aka camp sponsors
aka youth rally drivers
aka Sunday School teachers
provided a certain campfire place. A place of spoken Truth. A place of unspoken Truth.
They let Father God run His Spirit through them and allowed Him to come alive in the eyes of a child’s bright, calm heart.
He showed up through their dreams,
through their spiritual muscle,
through their needle and thread,
through their play doh,
their cookies and Kool-aid,
through their exact nourishing words,
their sparkling flashes of light in Holy Alliance with our Maker.
Tell me DearOne, who may be soaking Him in through you?
‘Do your best to present yourself to God as one approved, a worker who does not need to be ashamed and who correctly handles the word of truth.’ (2 Timothy 2:15 NIV)