Promises

I’ve never ever ever been happier to be home, in my bed, in my tiny itty bitty piece of heavenly bliss. 

 

Maggie Rose is happy too it seems. 

 

I worry about this that and the other way too much.

 

I’ve prayed. Again. 

 

I give it to God and then I take it back to worry over it because maybe He can’t handle problems and I can do it better. 

 

Or maybe He’s too busy for what worries me. 

 

Nah, I don’t SAY that but isn’t that what I’m doing when I lay it at the alter and run back to pick it up, as if. 

 

After three weeks in beautiful Sedona I am back in equally beautiful Jackson, truly my happy place. 

 

I love flying. Love. It. Take off is my favorite part, power and speed. My second favorite part of flying is magical evolving landscape below and ethereal heavens above, enveloping me. 

 

So, God. 

 

Promises. 

 

Acting as Gideon did, I’ve asked for a sign. Damp fleece perhaps?

 

This is what He gave me in the midst of soft fluffy clouds. 

 

That rainbow followed us a good bit. 

 

Promises. 

 

He keeps his promises. 

 

He’s good that way. 

 

I love you Jesus.