I’m gonna bake something tasty…and then eat it in your honor.
that mockingbird mocks me
This is my mortal enemy:
I know this is a mockingbird. I don’t like it. It doesn’t like me.
We are in a state of war over a little plot of land in the backyard that has delicious blueberry bushes.
I’m going to imagine the blueberries are delicious…I haven’t eaten any. The mockingbird has.
We agree to disagree on what the blueberry bushes are for.
This is the love of my life.
He thinks it’s hilarious that I am at war with this evil creature:
He doesn’t know that silly attitude is going to land him here:
pretty shiny prettiness
Doesn’t this look like a stained glass window? I love stained glass windows. I love silliness, too.
If Jesus was going to have some fun with me and lob big and little graces at me from heaven, I think they would look like this…beautifully clear, colorful water balloons that plop on my head, and when they explode, splatter all around me. So you see, if I were you, I wouldn’t scoot away from me. No. I’d suggest you stand right beside me so you’d get soaked, too.