My brain is a hodgepodge of miscellany right now. Trying to discipline myself to read the Bible, the devotional, be a better human being, manifest the good life. Let me tell you, I fall of the wagon every day it seems. The only thing that seems to center my brain is a childhood activity. Play Doh is resurrecting my soul. No sacrilege to Jesus. Play Doh is allowing me to indulge a childhood passion to create. The pressure to create with that smelly concoction is not one of perfection, but mindless joy that is surprisingly bearing fruit. I can roll that colorful confection in any way I please. If there is a mistake, it’s easy to fix, and if not its cheap enough, I don’t fret. I will gladly spare a few dollars at the Wally World to get some more. I don’t know if this will be the summer of rediscovering God through childhood joys. You don’t want me to chase you. You want me to just be. Rest may be the hardest, yet most vital lesson I learn and relearn daily. With God...
Amen, if we could all just love one another what a difference there would be
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