|Photo Credit: Carolyn Pinke|
"I was thinking about God," he tells me, shifting his balled up red towel and damp swimsuit to me as he plunges arms into bunched up blue jacket sleeves. "He's the king of kings, God of gods. He made everything --galaxies!"
"He is! He's so cool. The one true God, huh?" I open the door of the locker room and we head past the basketball court where Daniel peers through glass walls to see if his friend is there. "How were front scoops?" I ask, knowing this was a hard swim technique we had prayed about just an hour earlier.
He grins wide and talks, adjusting his jeans waist as he walks, and skipping occasionally.
I grin. "Yay, thank you, God. He helped you. He's always listening and helping us through things, huh? You worked hard and persevered too. I'm proud of you, bud."
Holding hands, we walk across a dark parking lot, alert for red taillights.
"Whooo, it's cold," he shudders, pulling his hood up, and we drive home looking at the Christmas lights and talking.
Happy December, friend. Wherever you are today, know that your Abba God sees you, hears you, and knows your thoughts. Talk to him and watch him join you in those lanes, swirling you through the face-in-the-water-front-scoops of your own stories. You are loved and delighted in. Then burst into ricocheting praise to him in whatever shower stall or room you're in.
Smiling and learning about God from a wet-headed eight year old, I remain,
your sister and friend, Jennifer. What are you learning and reading about lately?
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