Just Doodling some thoughts this morning. 
Childhood memories creep up in my minds eye. Stick figures and coloring books. Crayons strewn on the ground as I lay on my belly, the floor my cushion, focused so hard to color inside the lines so perfectly. My tongue stuck out against the side of my mouth, determined to make the lines perfect. The presence of a child’s focus. No distractions calling it from its creative endeavors. Just the scratch, scratch, scratch sound of the back and forth of that determined crayon to bring color and life to the blank page. The child sees the God in us. Love S
