There are so many things I love about this moment.
I love steam billowing off my coffee mug.
I love a now-devoured bowl of fried rice that makes me think of my mom + the taste of home.
I love the Word open before me, spilling proclamations of truth + justice + hope in Him only.
I love a good jazz recording that whistles in your ear, garnished with the scuff and crackle of a gramophone hum.
I love my teammates pouring over Scripture in the other room.
I love taking a chance on a box of cookies labeled in a foreign language (and being pleasantly surprised).
I love flowers on the coffee table.
I love the skirt I got for free in South Africa.
I love having a couch to sit (and sleep) on.
I love the light that fights to seep through our old cloudy windows.
I love that I’ve had a whole day in Bulgaria while the U.S. is just waking up.
I love that God meets me in these moments, and drenches them in gratitude. He knows our hearts and our minds and how to bring us to places of delight. And He delivers.
