these past few weeks, boston has shown me something new. no matter what we do, his favorite time we spend together seems to be when i'm down on the floor playing with him.
he might crawl up to me and pull my leg hairs. i'll pick him up, but he'll still squirm. restless.
it's only when I put him down, sit or lay on the floor with him, and play on his level; only when he gets to crawl all over me or lift himself up to stand so he's taller than I am, that he's at his happiest.
this summer, I've been re-reading all the gospels, Message-style. the craziness of the gospel story is that such a huge God would want to lay on the floor with me. guess he knew I'd squeal with happiness.
better go. don't want a certain someone to think i love this laptop more than I love him.
1 comment:
Yeah - new posts. Now I can read of your thoughts and expoloits after my morning devo.
Hey, I just downloaded Phil Wickham and A Fine Frenzy. I can't wait to listen.
Thanks
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