The fuzzy fake grey fur is not really me, but since my daughter gave it to me, I cherish it even though it is slippery and a tad too small. No matter its shortcomings, it feels like a warm long-distance hug. When wrapped in it, I feel especially treasured. She loved me enough to pick this out for me.
Every now and then, I talk to this wrap as I would to my girl. “Hey, you! I need a cozy hug right this minute!
Neither one of them answers, but that’s ok. Neither do I, because the definition of crazy is not talking to yourself, but actually answering yourself.
On the other hand, who else is there available to speak to me?
Wait a minute! God! God, always God who both listens and answers my heart.
“For there is nothing hidden that will not be disclosed, and nothing concealed that will not be known or brought out into the open. Therefore, consider carefully how you listen. Whoever has will be given more; whoever does not have, even what they think they have will be taken from them.”(Luke 8:17-19, NIV)