God’s in the kitchen whipping up a fresh day. Sunshine sprinkled
with cinnamon clover invites me into barefoot, porch swing
conversations with the Holy Spirit. He kneads my
soul with scripture. Buttering bitterness
of yesterday’s failures with confession and forgiveness
and baking in the truth of my Father’s character. Jesus traces the shape of
his image into my heart. He cracks open His nature, stirring the chorus
of robins, cardinals, and sparrows sweet worship songs of agreement.
I sit quiet, soul listening to breakfast sermons of grace, peace,
and satisfaction sizzling in the skillet of your love.