Saturday mornings are sometimes difficult for me. I wander around, a lot, both in body and spirit.
This Saturday morning was no different. I spent too long on the internet, read too many blogs, and drank too much coffee.
I searched for Him. Out there. In others. And, although I discovered glimmers of inspiration, my soul craved more.
So I sat in silence and heard Him whisper:
Food. Photography. Fellowship.
Me. In a nutshell.
I acknowledge that I’m not yet proficient at any one, and yet, my soul smiles, anyway. And my heart anticipates good things to come.
God speaks to me.
And sometimes I listen.