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.