What do I do when life hands me bananas?
I make cookies with bananas with my Abba.
It isn't optimal. But He loves me unconditionally, and takes the time to make the cookies the way I want to, even if it is the most convoluted, least efficient, and weirdest way to bake them.
I love him so much! (That's my Abba, right there!)
And...
OOOh Booooyyyyyyyyy!
Do they taste good, BABY! (Reminds me of David Reynen, the B-A-B-Y that is!)
P.S. This is metaphorical (making cookies with bananas, that is). Obviously.
But, wouldn't it be cool to be a dad someday, to a boy (Paul) and a girl (Mary). To take the time, even when it would be more efficient to make the cookies myself, to make them with the children, however it is they want them made.
Maybe one day. By God's grace.
P.P.S. I love you David (My brother by blood I have walked away from. I had to pick loving Jesus more than I loved you. But never doubt that I think about you almost every day)!
Please... repent less ye perish!
I want you to be my brother in Christ forever.
And if you end up accepting Christ, and I am holding out hope that you will, I want you to, out of love and respect, leave me alone until we get our glorified bodies (that is unless by many miracles we are somehow there for the millennial reign of Christ Jesus).
Please let Marley and Parker know that I love them somehow, even though I will never contact them again (but I am still holding out hope for them, too).