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Sunday, October 7, 2018

coffee and friendship in hong kong (plus a super professional coffee review of the shops in central)

A million conversations and just about as many tears, sitting together in coffee shops in Hong Kong.

Best friend and I have sat in (almost) every coffee shop in Central (that’s a busy and cool party of the city). Other best friends joined us along the way, and holding hot drinks in our hands, we filled coffee shops with stories and laughs and cries and hearts connected. God loves coffee dates. That’s what I think. 

It's easy to think "I've got way too much to do to sit down for an hour with a friend and chat about nothing related to anything I have to do."

If I'm too busy to talk with a friend for an hour, then I'm too busy. 

It's similar to this post I'm currently writing. There are so many things happening in my heart and in my schedule right now that I can't keep up with it all. I just watched four of my family members fly out of my house and back to Africa, then I moved out of the house myself. I’m going on the 2-month Lovesick Evangelism Tour tomorrow. But in the middle of this huge life transition, I’m thankful for the way Jesus is loving me and I’m thankful for all those coffee dates. 

We decided the world needed to hear about what we’ve discovered. We set up a scale and gave every shop a score. 


Points given on a 1-10 scale based on ambiance, coffee taste, staff kindness, and price. If they have a rewards card, we gave them a +1. Or anything else we liked, we gave more bonus points. It's our scale and our game, so we did what we want. 
Uncle Russ 
(at ferry pier 6) 
A-1 C-5 S-5 P-8

(the name is a percent sign)  
A-3 C-7 S-4 P-7 
Some prime real-estate in IFC mall, nice coffee, seating for only about 3 people at a time

Elephant Grounds 
A- 8 C-8.5 S-3 P-3
Being in there makes you feel cool. A little pricey. 

A-6 C-9 S-7.5 P-2 
New Zealand coffee, pricey, good coffee, great carrot cake, top floor of IFC mall, it’s a chain but a cute one 

A-6 C-8 S-3 P-7
New shop with quite a bit of space, lots of plants, giant windows, cool leather chairs, and coffee we like.

A-4 C-7 S-7 P-6
Crowded, but nice location, friendly staff, and rewards card +1

Blend and Grind 
A-8 C-6 S-5 P-5
Small cup of coffee, but nice huge open door. I like open doors. And fans. They take really good care of their plants and they let us eat our own food. Rewards card +1 

13 peel 
A-6 C-8 S-5 P-5
Coffee only, no food, the coolest to go cup (I saved it), oatmilk, garden patio out back, rewards card +1

We went in and but they had rules about how much money to spend so we left.


Hazel and Hershey 
(Been 3 times!) 
A-7 C-7 S-6 P-5
Awesome outdoor sitting area that’s on three levels +1. It’s where our friend Terri gets her beans and Terri is classy.

A-8 C-9 S-6 P-5
Birthday surprise! Some of my favorite people were sitting there so all the bonus points +1
“Their coffee was the best for me.”

Zero one  
A-5 C-8 S-10 P-5
Cool view - tons of huge windows +1. I got a great oat milk cappucino (first one I’d ever tried and I’m a fan). They give 20% off drinks before 11 a.m., have awesome gold spoons, and they’re super nice. It’s owned by person who’s friends with our friend so we feel a heart-connect.

A-8 C-10 S-3 P-7  
It’s a local chain and our all-time favorite coffee shop in Hong Kong (the one in Wan Chai), however, this score is based on their location in Central. We load money onto the app on our phones and get a buy one get one free every visit +2. Great coffee, great food.  We love you, Habitu. 

And the winner is....

Fine print 
A-9 C-8 S-6 P-6
Winning coffee, winning food, cool decor, and the staff ran down the hill to give me a scarf I left at the table +1. The best avocado toast with tons of feta cheese +2. Community table, not our favorite, but it’s not terrible. You can sit on the side of the street and they come outside and serve you. And it’s a pretty street (pictured). 


I hope you hangout with a friend this week for no reason other than just being with them. And drink some coffee. 

When evening came, Jesus was reclining at the table with the Twelve.
-Matthew 26:20

Tuesday, September 25, 2018

It's really Good News

It doesn't even weigh that much. 
And they put a couple solar-powered flashlights in the backpack, too. 

I was five when my mom told me the Gospel. I've been friends with Jesus since then. But there are 3.1 billion people in the world who've never heard about the Man my mom introduced me to. 

This season in Hong Kong's red light districts is ending and a new one is coming. I'm moving from a home full of African family in Asia, to a home full of American family in Kentucky. 

But first, beginning October 9, I'm going on a two-month trip through Southeast Asia to tell people about Jesus. My best friend and I thought it was a good idea to fly to some places and let God spread love around, and shrink that 3.1 billion number. So we bought lots of plane tickets, invited loved ones to join us, and dubbed it the "Lovesick Evangelism Tour." Jesus is in love with all of us, and He wants us to love Him back. We're so excited. 

We told friends we needed $2,000 to buy some Gospel-sharing supplies. So our friends gave us $3,000 and we've got our backpack projector to show the Jesus film to people who've never heard about Him, audio Bibles so people can hear what God has to say, and cash to buy medical supplies and food for people along the way. And a guitar for a children's home. 

The Gospel-sharing backpack arrived and it felt like Christmas morning. We unzipped all the compartments and took out all the treasures- projector, batteries, sim cards with the Jesus Story in Nepali, Hindu, and Telegu, flashlights, and bug spray.

We laid in the drop-in center’s floor in the middle of the red light district- the same floor where we've cried and laughed and sang and rested and met with Jesus over and over- and we projected the Jesus film onto the ceiling. We tested out all the languages (they work!) and asked God to use that movie and this backpack to help lots of people get to know Him. 

The projector is solar-powered so it can be used in places without electricity. 

A few hours later, at 1 a.m., we were with our friends on the streets. Ladies from Kenya, Tanzania, and Uganda got to hear that He loves them. 

The point of life is to know Him and I keep being amazed that I get to. Red light districts, villages in india, the suburbs of America; He wants our love. 

Thank you to all of you who are giving into the Lovesick Evangelism Tour. The Gospel is getting preached and God is thrilled! I'm still raising support to help fund my trip, and if you'd like to help, you can do so here. Thank you!

*Please pray for us! All our lovesick teammates and every person we will meet along the way! We're believing for signs and wonders and souls and lovesickness! Pray specifically for the Raji people in India- for success getting to them, open hearts, and the love of Jesus to be embraced by everyone. 

Saturday, September 22, 2018

prison, goodbyes, and the best words

It's my last Sunday in Lowu Prison and it’s going to be a sad goodbye. 

I've been having a lot of those lately. My girls from Africa have finished their time in our safe home and we've recently said goodbye to two of them. Two more will be flying home to their families soon.  And, I'm about to move out of Hong Kong. Lots of change, lots of goodbyes. 

I asked God what I should talk about in prison tomorrow, and it seems He wants my friends in prison (and everyone else) to know that He really wants to talk to us. We can hear the Creator talk, inside of us, and I can’t get over it. 

Listening to what God says is the comfort and the hope in goodbyes, the joy and the endurance in processes, the wisdom in decisions, the truth that sustains us in hard times. We've got to hear Him and listen to Him. And He really wants us to. 

God wants to speak to us- that’s something every human has in common. Created in His image, His Spirit-life beating inside of our hearts, we have the ability to listen to His Spirit, to dialogue with Him. Jesus made that possible by taking our sin on the Cross and when we give God our lives, He sends Holy Spirit to live inside of us. If you've never given God your life, He wants you to. You, me, the ladies in Lowu, the ladies flying home to Africa, we need to know what He says and we need to let it be all we listen to. 

Reading the Bible and letting it get inside me like an anchor, it helps me know what He's like and what He wants. Then when I have a specific question for Him, I can identify the Holy Spirit's answer to my heart, based off the kinds of things He says in the Bible. 
 Asking God questions and listening to His answers - I want it to fill my days. 

His voice creates life, creates peace, silences lies, carries us.

Reading through the Bible’s book of Mark, I keep noticing how many times people ask Jesus questions. And sweet Jesus answers them. He hasn’t changed. He’s still sweet and He still answers our questions. 

Mark 10:28
When He came into the house, His disciples began questioning Him privately...

The best final words to leave with my friends in Lowu Prison, the best final words to leave with my girls flying to Africa, the best words for me to hold onto- His words. When we read the Bible, when we ask Him questions and listen to His Spirit talk to us, His Words carry us. 

His Words are like rushing water (Revelation 1:15). Other voices are kinda like stagnant disgusting ponds that you wouldn't want to swim in. But God's voice is alive and rushing and pure and good.

My girls flying back to Africa are carried along by His Words. As I sit and sort through a lot of emotions in Hong Kong, I'm carried along by His Words. And my friends in prison, riding down that river, are carried along by His Words. 

try it
+ Read Psalm 138 and take your time
+ Ask God how He feels about you today, sit and listen 

"My sheep hear My voice and I know them and they follow Me.'
John 10:27

Saturday, August 25, 2018

when your future isn't looking bright

When I wrecked that motorbike in Thailand, my dad had never been overseas. Nor did he ever intend to. But he and mom, they booked a flight the same day they received the call. 
Three days later, they were sitting by my hospital bed in Bangkok.

That August 25, 2012 event- wrecking and colliding head-first into a metal pole- it's still teaching me the Gospel. I'm taking today to celebrate the Gospel, and that I'm still alive. 

Luke 15:3-7; Jesus tells us a story to teach us what He's like. It's about a shepherd who loses one of his sheep, so he leaves the rest of the flock to go find it. 

It was the sheep's fault. He got distracted, stopped listening to the only voice that could keep him safe, and got himself lost and alone. I picture him in a woods, the sun is going down, he's cold and lonely and scared. He can't hear any of his sheep friends, see any of their tracks, has no way of getting back to them. And there were probably some big animals- the kind who like to eat sheep at night- not too far away. His future wasn't looking bright. 

But shepherd is determined and after a lot of searching, he finds him. I love that part. God looks for us and finds us. I like this next part, too. 

The shepherd didn't use any harsh words, didn't beat the sheep or tell him he was to blame. There were no speeches. He picked him up. He put him on his shoulders. He carried him the whole way back to the rest of the flock. Then they had a party. 

Because I was unconscious, with a feeding tube down my throat and life support strapped to my face, there was a constant stream of drool coming out of my mouth. So dad stood my by bed with a drool-suction tool and used it to suck up the slobber. No one told him to take that job, he just wanted to. He wanted his unconscious daughter's cut-up face to be drool-free. 

Mom decided to fast. She stopped eating when she first heard about my wreck, and made a commitment to fast and pray until I woke up. 

Today, my remembering is focused on the parents who flew across the world to bring me back home. This is teaching me more about God's big Heart.  

It's not exactly the story Jesus was telling in Luke 15, but has some similarities. The wreck was my fault. The thousands of dollars I cost my parents was my fault. And like the dumb sheep, my future wasn't looking bright. But mom and dad, they were determined to get to me and determined to help me recover. 

There's always room for us on God's shoulders. 
Dim futures get lit up when we let Jesus pick us up.

Mom and dad have never spoken one accusatory word about that wreck. Jesus takes all the "fault," and He gets rid of it. We get to live without blame. The Cross made that possible. When I woke up, mom and dad didn't give me a motorbike safety speech, tell me how worried they'd been, or ensure I knew what I was costing them. They bought me milkshakes. 
And watched movies with me. 

God is like that. 
We sin, we make stupid decisions, we have wrecks, we end up lonely and weak and confused. But He searches for and finds us. Then He erases all the blame and celebrates us.

August 25, the God who became a man to rescue us out of the scary woods, take all our blame, and have a party for us, milkshake-buying parents, dim futures that suddenly get bright, and a scarred face that's smiling; I love the Gospel and I love today.  

Lord, how wonderful You are!
-Psalm 31:19

Tuesday, August 7, 2018

bearded man from the dollar general

I was standing in line at the Dollar General. The bearded guy in front of me was an old friend I've known my whole life, like most people in this town. He was happy and told me he and his wife had decided on a name for their little boy. We left the store and continued our conversation in the parking lot, as he asked me about Hong Kong and my future. 

I gave him a one sentence summary of my life; that I'd be in Asia until December, then move in with my sister's family in Kentucky to help at their church for a year.

“Isn’t it cool that you can live so free?” 
He smiled and appreciated my life, right there in the Dollar General parking lot. 

A few minutes later, as he told me about the nursery they’re preparing for the new son, working a 9-5, and that he was on a snack run for his wife, I felt the difference between our lives. I don't know what it's like to live his, nor he mine, but I know we both get the opportunity to live "so free."

I don’t know about owning a house or decorating a nursery for a baby of my own or having a husband get me snacks. But it sounds awesome and I’m sure it is. 

I know what it’s like to live with women from Africa in a house in the mountains of Hong Kong and rejoice that our pasts are washed clean.  

Both me and my bearded friend, we're alive for the same purpose; to be loved by God, to love Him back, and to help everybody on the globe know that's why they're alive, too. 

Being home this trip has been different. I’ve had lots of feelings to sort through and Jesus is in the middle of all of them; loving me and telling me I don’t have to be afraid. “I’m here” He says over and over. 

I've had a tendency to start grumbling about my life. The sorry-for-myself feelings have been giving their A-game and I guess it's the same for everyone; we get plenty of chances to decide we're not going to let self-pity stay. My bearded friend could get down in the dumps that he's got to be at work every day at 9, while I could cry for myself that I have to buy my own snacks at the Dollar General, and we both could let self-pity take all the hope and fun and Jesus-likeness out of our perspectives. But let's not. 

When I'm feeling self-pity, I'm not agreeing with the truth that Jesus says to me. Getting alone with Jesus- for me that looks like a Bible, a journal, lots of colored markers, usually some twinkle lights and a candle, and often a cup of coffee- fixes self-pity. He tells me the truth and changes my mind. 

"So free" are two words God wants to write over all of our lives. When I'm listening to King Jesus' words to me, I start agreeing with the bearded friend from the Dollar General. "So free" was bought for us by Jesus. It kills self-pity, pulls us out of the down dumps, and fills us with joy about the lives we're living. 

We can all be people who change the world with the size of God’s Heart living in us. When the focus of our lives becomes letting Him love us and helping us love him back, people notice. Then He changes their focus to love, too, and we all get to be "so free" together. That's what His love does. We get to live these "so free" lives in Hong Kong, Kentucky, and everywhere in between. Red light districts and family dinner tables; they both get to be places we pour our love into and places where freedom grows.

We get this one life to live and God lets us choose what we do with it. If we choose a 9-5 in the U.S. or a move around the world with the Gospel, let’s let our lives be filled with surrender and listening to Jesus whisper truth into our hearts and letting Him make love grow in us while we live "so free." 

His job is to extend the lordship of Jesus Christ into every part of society and to take His Good News to every person on the planet. As the Lord of the harvest, He will tell us the part of the field where we are to work.”
-Loren Cunningham 

Make your life a prayer. And in the midst of everything be always giving thanks, for this is God's perfect plan for you in Christ Jesus.
-1 Thessalonians 5:17, TPT

Thursday, July 5, 2018

a move across the world

I'm getting ready for a wedding. And I’m moving to Kentucky. 

Two years ago, when I packed up my purple suitcases, cried, hugged my parents goodbye, and moved across the world, I gave God the commitment I'd stay in Hong Kong until I died if He wanted me to. But I was hoping He didn’t want me to. 

These two years have been really hard and really beautiful.

Jesus wants our attention. He wants us to want Him. He moved me to Asia and He got my attention. He became my strength, the mercy that forgave me when I fell apart, and the truth that showed me how trustworthy He is. He's getting us ready for a wedding - forever spent with Him in love. 

I have a tendency to want to be a hero - to work, to strive, to sacrifice - and closedown the red light districts and save the world. But God isn’t looking for a hero, He’s looking for a lover. Over the past few months of praying and asking wise people for advice, I've sensed that God was telling me it's ok to leave Hong Kong because He has change for me coming up. In the midst of these months, there's also been a fear that I am not good at this "missionary" thing. 

"Is two years enough time to live in a place?"
"Will everybody think I should stay longer?"
"But all the red-light districts haven't closed down yet?"
"I haven't even learned a new language."
"Oh no."

But then Jesus, He enters the conversation I'm having with myself and He tells me I don't have to be afraid (some of His favorite words). He's not looking for a hero, He's looking for a lover. 

The Lamb in love - He’s the reason I’ve spent two years in Asia, and He’s the reason I’m moving to Kentucky. He's taken these two years and made love grow in me, gotten rid of stuff that was no good, and shown me way more of His giant remarkable Heart. Along the way, He's helped women quit prostitution, helped me teach kids in the Philippines about how close He wants to be to them, let me journey to India, Thailand, China, Singapore, England, Holland, Switzerland, Spain, Portugal, Germany, Andorra, and in every step, shown me and others how awesome He is. God has a giant remarkable Heart and we get to discover it. Wow. 

The time's coming when I’ll look back and remember the days I walked through red light districts wearing matching t-shirt’s with my friends; “FAMILY IS REVIVAL” written big across our backs. The nights I sang those words, “I’m no longer a slave to fear” loud in the living room floor, my voice blended with my African sisters’ voices, all of us happy to be forgiven and set free. The Sunday's I went to church as a minority, surrounded by beautiful people who looked different than me. The fall-apart cries I had as I mourned the moments I was missing with my family, while Jesus held me and sang and love grew. These days are amazing ones. And I know the next ones will be, too. 

My heart being given to Him, secretly adoring Him inside of me where no one else can see - this is His greatest desire and the first command He gave me. Me loving Him - it's the main thing. I can't and I won't forget that.

In Kentucky, I’m going to fall deeper in love with Jesus as I help others do the same. While all this love-falling is happening, I'll also help run a food truck for Daylight Church with my best friend, feed the homeless, preach the Gospel, sell great food, and live with some of my favorite people in the world. I'll be in Hong Kong until October, then go on a lovesick evangelism tour through a few countries in Southeast Asia, then move back across the world to start the new adventure. The plan is to live in the U.S. for about a year. We'll see what God wants to do with me after that. 

All you beautiful people praying for me, sending me mail, giving me money, being my friend; thank you. These two years in Hong Kong have been fruitful ones - many people getting to know Jesus a lot better - and we've got to help that happen together. 

A safe house in Hong Kong, a food truck in Kentucky; the main thing's still the main thing. He wants all I am. And He wants all you are. As I keep giving Him myself, continually amazed at the way He is, I get to help others give Him all of themselves, too. And that's what He wants! All of us! Oh to be loved like this! 
It's good, it's good, it's good. 

"You must love the Lord your God with all your heart, all your soul, all your mind, and all your strength. This is the first and greatest commandment."
Mark 12:30

*photo taken in 2015 when I came to Hong Kong for the first time

Friday, June 29, 2018

my wedding plans

I printed out a wedding photo of Prince Harry and Meg, and two photos of my parents on their wedding day. I took all three photos into LoWu Prison. 

 The big story hasn’t changed. God is love and He wants a lover, so He made us.

Natural history, it ends in a wedding. The Father knew His Son wanted a bride, so He made me. And He made you. It’s not made up, and although I am romantic and dramatic, I’m actually not exaggerating anything here. It’s impossible to exaggerate His romantic love-drenched intentions. Jesus will have a wedding. And people from every tribe, every tongue, every nation will be there, dressed in white and mesmerized by the beauty of the Lamb they’re marrying. This desire God has for a bride, it's the point of life. 

The ladies in LoWu Prison, my friends who live in trash in India, the African sisters I live with, my Chinese neighbors, you, me, all of us; Jesus is wanting to be with us forever, in love. He's lovesick. 

An engaged couple; they're not likely to forget about their upcoming wedding. Words like "longing, passion, thrill" describe feelings happening inside an in-love couple. These are the feelings Jesus is filled with! Longing started with Him! He invented passion! Thrill is what He feels as He thinks about forever with His bride! And these are the kinds of things He wants to pour into our relationship with Him. 

Did you know you can read Song of Solomon in the context of Jesus as the Bridegroom and you as the beloved? You can. Mike Bickel said so.* And that makes reading Song of Solomon kind of amazing exciting. 

Like I told my friends in LoWu, Jesus doesn't just think we're beautiful when we're behaving ourselves and feeling holy. He sees the mess we are, and right in the middle of it, in the struggle and immaturity and confusion, He keeps singing, "You're beautiful, My darling."* His lovesickness for us doesn't change. 

A couple days ago I was mad at someone, feeling sorry for myself, had a bad attitude, and then got piled up with guilt and blame against myself for all of the above. I laid down for a few minutes outside under a tree, and turned my attention to God. I asked Him what He had to say about my current condition. His response? He still saw me as beautiful. He didn't say my attitude was ok or praise my unrighteous anger, but He let me know the beauty He sees in me goes much deeper than my moods. Even when I'm immature and disappointing myself, He still wants to marry me.  

The ladies in prison hooped and hollered several times throughout the message. Romantic talk is fun for a roomful of women. I think the photo of my parents kissing was their favorite. 

I told them to say aloud, "I am the bride God chose and I am beautiful." Those ladies, in their brown plaid prison uniforms, said it loud, like they meant it. 

We're the bride and the Groom is looking at us right now, singing, "You're beautiful."

My wedding plans are like this; talk to the Groom, look at the Groom, sing to the Groom, love the Groom. Then I'll die and meet the Groom face-to-face. It's a good plan. 

This wedding is true and it's coming. You're invited. 

Let us rejoice and exalt Him and give Him glory, because the wedding celebration of the Lamb has come. And His bride has made herself ready.
-Revelation 19:7

* Mike Bickle has some great teachings about the Wedding 
*"You are altogether beautiful, My darling."
 Song of Solomon 4:7

Thursday, June 7, 2018

rainbow home

It’s in the middle of the red light district. The room is big and the walls are bright blue. 

Here on this floor, I’ve laid for hours. 
Within a mile of this spot, in the big blue room, there are many strangers having sex with each other.
But here, in this room, there's a different kind of intimacy that happens. The holy kind, between human hearts and God's. This bright blue room is His space and He always uses spaces for one purpose; intimacy. 

Here on this floor where I lay, I open my heart and God looks at me and I look back at Him. 

I’ve become nearly obsessed with rainbows. Revelation 4:3 tells me that there’s a rainbow surrounding God’s throne, and it has emerald light filling it and coming out of it. Doesn't that sound like a wild and beautiful scene? The place where He sits in the center of the universe, it’s surrounded by an emerald rainbow. And I’ve made it my life’s goal to live in that rainbow, close to Him, looking at Him inside of my heart. 

All of our hearts have eyes. 
Sometimes I use mine to look at conversations with people which have never happened, or replay scenes of my life that have affected me, or worry about how I may be not good enough, or approximately 5,789,928 other scenes I look upon with my heart. But there's just one scene that my heart's eyes were made to see; my Father, His Son, and the Holy Spirit. The eyes inside our hearts have the ability to look at Him. Wow. 

My journal pages these days are filled with rainbows. And sometimes I color rainbows all over my arms, too. 

When I first started coming into this bright blue room in the red light district, it was 2015 and I was feeling like a disapointment-to-God-and-mankind failure. I was trying really hard to be enough, do enough, impress everybody enough. That was exhausting. And left me in the feel-like-a-failure place. The boss of the red light ministry was becoming my close friend, and she one day suggested I lay on the floor for 45 minutes and ask God what He feels for me. She told me not to talk after I asked Him that question, not to pray through a prayer list, not to intercede for somebody, but to just lay down and be quiet and let my heart meet with God. That sounded lazy and boring but I liked this girl so I tried it. 

For 45 minutes, my striving hurting heart was surprised. God showed my heart His love and He has so much of it. For me! Despite my not being nearly as good as I wished I was, He told me He liked me and He put scenes in my imagination of me and Him and He let my heart feel the way He enjoys me. The eyes of my heart looked at Him.

That 45 minutes changed my life, changed my relationship with my Maker, and I'm making the rest of my life like that 45 minutes. 

 I want to live in the rainbow surrounding this beautiful, mysterious, humble, beyond-comprehension Being. And I want to help everyone in the bright blue room, and all over the globe, do the same. 

Yesterday morning, I told one of my African sister/roommates that I'd prefer she stop eating my peanut butter. 

"Looking at God" can sound kinda weird, kinda complicated, kinda beyond what you think you can do. But it's not. Yesterday I was reading Revelation 4 - reading the Bible is a great place to look at God - and then I thought, "I want to see this throne room scene that's described here so I'm gonna lay in the floor and imagine it." So that's what I did. And know what I saw? I saw a big and super cool rainbow surrounded a big and super cool Being who is three different beings so close They're One. I don't understand Him nor can I see all there is to see, but it's so fun to see more and every time I tell my heart to look at Him, I see a little more of what He's like and my amazement keeps growing. And then, yesterday, I pictured that super cool Being sharing His peanut butter. 

When I look into God, I see Him lifting up orphans and hugging suicidal people and sharing His peanut butter and looking back at me and being good good good good good forever good. 

I apologized to my African sister and told her all my peanut butter is her's. She forgave me and God squeezed my shoulder and grinned. 

This rainbow is my home. 

 And the one who sat there had the appearance of jasper and ruby. A rainbowthat shone like an emerald encircled the throne.
-Revelation 4:3