So in my morning Bible reading I read wherever the Spirit guides – one book at a time. Luke was on repeat, because there was a lot that I needed to mine for that is relevant to my journey. We’ve been through a few different books with breaks of varying lengths in between. For the last week or so, we’ve been through the minor prophets in no particular order.

This morning it was clearly Obadiah. I usually share it after I’ve read it, and say something in the caption. Today, I shared it as soon as I heard, along with the song of the morning, and then continued to write the other things that were on my heart.

But there was this pressing call to read Obadiah before I left, not an alarming call, but an anticipatory frequent reminder. I was pushing it for time, and one of my community pick up kiddos requested a shift in the schedule, so that pushed time even more, because everyone needs a win with some understanding, and if we can make it happen why not do it.

Still there was that anticipatory request to just stop and read before I left.

Finally I sat to read – felt a real closeness with my Father and His assurances and reassurances. Had a mini moment of tears.

But guys when I got to the last page of Obadiah, I could totally feel Their joy for me in the room and all around me. There were butterflies on the page! It was so cool. I fully revelled in it. These aren’t small things. They’re the things that let me know how dearly I am known – and loved.

PS. My little buddy made a request, and everyone else in our morning circle pivoted to create the possibility that he needed. If you haven’t met the kids of the “snowflake” generations I invite you to take the time to do so. I was the only one who knew his story, but when the call went out everybody recreated reality and everybody won – easy. Go check out the snowflakes. They are individually unique, perfectly beautiful, and when they get together they give us the opportunity to pause and appreciate the glorious wonder of life – if we want to.