We’re driving and Sam points outside:
“Mom, see that digger over there?
I want to pray to Jesus about that digger.”
Me to God: I don’t even know what to do with this.
God: Just go with it.
Holy Spirit: I got you, boo.
An American humorist, writer and author. When boiling down the chicken soup of life, she finds those golden, fried nuggets of truth & writes them long after the kids go to bed.
