Hating God

This maple tree shot was the closest I got to a photo "walk" this season. Yes, notice the lovely street of garbage day, sigh....I guess there has to be some ordinary in the extraordinary.

While driving in the car with the kids one day Ry and I had the following conversation:

Ry: I hate God.

Messy Jessy: thinking…..biting tongue…..praying….

Ry: I hate Him because I can never see Him.

Messy Jessy: Ry I can’t make you love God and I can’t make you see Him. But, if you ask Him, He’ll show Himself to you.

Ry: Okay

Messy Jessy: hoping…

Ry (some time later): Hey Mom! I just saw God! He is making all of the leaves come off of the trees. That’s awesome.

Messy Jessy: It sure is buddy, it sure is

Bible, Book of Matthew, Chapter 7, Verse 7

Ask, and it will be given to you; seek, and you will find; knock, and it will be opened to you.