We make rainbow cakes and love thin pancakes smothered in Nutella.

We wage pretend wars and we dance and sing silly.

We sit long and rock and problem solve over puzzles.

We almost all have iPhones, and one is content with a purple phone.

We talk fashion and love photography and make beautiful messes.

But when it really matters, and it ALWAYS matters,

I FIGHT for their souls.

There is real war, and we are always in the middle of a battle

with dark forces unseen, against a relentless, tireless enemy

whose desire is to keep them in chains of his darkness.

So my knees are hard pressed, and heart laid low,

as the Spirit prays through in moans that cannot be formed into words.

It’s the tears I shed on their behalf, where the greatest harvest yields.

Those who plant in tears
will harvest with shouts of joy.

Psalm 126:5

Counting gifts in pictures… #511-526