It's 6:30 am.
The sun is peeking through our window.
There are 3 baby robins that are chirping and will not shut up. 
They are happy to be alive, I think.
I am happy to have them on our front porch, I think. 
Looks to be a beautiful day. 
Coffee would be nice to start. 
Kev sleeps. 
Puppy is sleeping in my arms as I type.
Alayna is home. 
Her pictures from out West are insane.
And I think to myself...
What a wonderful world 🎤.
Sometimes, in these past few years, I have wondered if God even exists.
I know right?
Not a question a 46 year old lover of Jesus should be asking.
But I have.
So I pray.
To the God I am questioning. 
He answers.
Not in a big strong God voice. 
But with sweet baby robins.
Blue skies early on a Sunday morning in May.
And a peace that I don't understand.
He is here. 
He loves us.
He comforts us
Even when we question.
I honestly believe He is the one who gave me this crazy, philosophical, questioning mind. 
I hear a train.
Music to my ears.
Grew up with no air conditioning and close to a train track. 
Pretty sure God speaks through trains as well.
Time to stand up.
Head downstairs.
Take my anti-depressant.
Just keeping it real.
Church picnic today. 
Cornbread and Coleslaw.
Can't wait to hang out with friends.
I hear sirens.
The world is broken.
People are hurting.
Jesus, draw near to us today.
Even as we question and doubt.
Thank you for loving us in the midst. 
I will stop typing.
You keep on reminding us. 
All of us. 
You are real.
You are here.
You are LOVE.

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