“Out of the mouths of babes…”
This common saying often covers a multitude of unexpected wonderings from children at the most inopportune times. And at God-ordained times.
A daughter asks her Dad to have a tea party with her when he’s already behind at work. After 5 minutes she says, “Daddy, I love you. Thanks for spending time with me.”
Like a dog that gnaws on a bone only to bury it for a time then sniffs it out again to gnaw on it once more, the idea of starting a blog has weighed on me off & on for at least a year. When it did I created a convincing column of Cons and pushed it to the back burners of my mind, pretending like I had convinced God that He was crazy.
Until He made Himself abundantly clear, “No, really. I’m not the crazy one.”
My response was very respectful: “Fine! If this is really something you want me to do, You’re going to have to give me a name for this stupid blog…and a purpose…AND ideas.”