…a word…

…He's a big enough God to handle whatever it is we need to talk about.  He already knows what we know, what we feel, what we think.  He's okay with the complaints…

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…choosing Satan…

I have an ability that I don't mention often.  I can hear ice cream (or frozen custard) calling out to me.  It's a call that draws me…cold, sweet, melting over my tongue.  Strawberries, coconut, chocolate chips, bananas…small explosions of flavor showering my taste buds.  Savoring the spoonful, eyes closed, spoon lingering, a smile unfurling.  In case I wasn't clear…