One of the things I love about Max is how much we look alike. There's something about imagining a little version of yourself running up to you and loving who you are as an adult. What does that look like for you? What if the child you were ran up to you today? Saw
No matter what! "But Ruth said, “Don’t beg me to leave you or to stop following you. Where you go, I will go. Where you live, I will live. Your people will be my people, and your God will be my God. And where you die, I will die, and there I will be buried.
Reading "Good vs God" by John Bevere, again. Ever catch yourself looking up at that one tree in the garden of Eden, you know, the only one from which you don't have permission to eat? Perhaps you stand beneath it, sit beneath it's branches looking up at it's fruit in frustration. Then, by God's