i lose perspective.
the colors blur and i can’t tell green from yellow. we set out the chairs and we practice the songs. but what does it matter when no one is singing?
that’s when it’s helpful to hear a small four-year-old voice say from the back seat ~
“mom. the devil wants to burn up the church. he wants to set it on fire because he hates jesus. right?”
this city is hard. i can forget that.
i tell her that yes, the devil does want to destroy the church. and that he’s more crafty than any of god’s creatures. and that he sounds awfully convincing from time to time. but yes, she’s right. the devil does not like jesus.
and i have to remember again that i do.