Journal Excerpt

...There’s something about this place. I mean, the sunsets for one are always spectacular – so orange and red, as if cans of paint had literally been spilled across the sky. But it’s not just the color, the clouds too, at night, seem so incredibly three-dimensional – enormous and like they were actually made out of cotton that had been pulled and shaped by preschoolers in Sunday School. It’s stirring you know, to think that the God who controls that intense beauty longs to have conversation with us. I was thinking the other day, what it would be like to hang out with God, just chatting about life, maybe the Huskies, maybe something more profound, and as we’re talking, He’s busily creating another glorious sunset. I mean, imagine what that would be like. Then it hit me, that’s what God longs for. He longs for us to be in conversation with Him about our normal life while He goes about His business of dazzling us. And it’s not that He isn’t paying attention to our conversation, it’s more that He keeps working while we talk so as to invite us into what He’s doing. I was imagining God asking me to hand Him this or that, not because He can’t already reach it, but because He is the master at inclusion...