If I try to make everything be about God, I probably can. I am the girl in the diner, catching the train, watching the people. This is life, traveling toward the great After. Oh, that Midnight Picnic with God, that train to Heaven, the girl I want to take with me to Jesus but she's busy and self-wrapped-up at the moment, but I'm patient and I will calmly wait and try to help her on the Way. I love my daughters. They have to figure out their own paths and their own choices, my son too; until then, I will sit here drinking coffee and be available to talk and hopefully take them all with me, though not at the same time or pace, perchance. 🩷💚🩵💙
