crowded on the couch, babies running around, Nora's noodlie arms flailing, Ben in his underwear, Leana joining in by removing her pajamas

it is a sacred morning. 

Jesus is there. 

Jana is right, he is listening. we recollect where we left off from last week and sip coffee with whip cream and heavy whipping cream after making a statement we were done with sugar for the week and take our tiny requests from last week into our minds and recall that he, in fact, answered all of them.

were our weeks hard? absolutely, it was still life. but God was listening. God heard. God answered.

The answers were not healings of large measure, or loud cabooms, or walls falling (that we could see) but in the spiritual realm where dark and light meet, there was collision there was healing there were falling of walls unseen

And our hearts changed (even just a little bit) and we point at it and say God did that, He did that for the three small women nestled on the couch too early in the morning talking out loud to him and do we come with more requests? yes, but we also come with thanks and gratitude and love and so he listens like a Father, he listens and we choose to sharpen our eyes to SEE and watch him move

with great expectation.

thank you Father.