Every Time

My parents got to unexpectedly spend two days with us this past week. One afternoon all us girls dropped by a little roadside produce stand. We loaded up on some comfort foods... regular red and fried green tomatoes that fit nicely inside Mom's homemade biscuits, cornbread squash casserole, sweet potatoes dripping with warm butter, cinnamon, and sugar.

Boy, home sure tastes good.

But better still is the taste of a word that resonates with you. A word that in the middle of the night when you're up thinking, searching, wondering, asking... reminds you that He hears.

And He answers.

Not always in our way or our time, but every time just the same.
~Katrina