Creation. The fall of man. The coming of Christ. His ministry on earth. His crucifixion. His resurrection. Our Salvation. His Holy Spirit. His awaited return.
A lot to digest.
But so important.
Today I played Momma Bird. I took every bit of spiritual truth that has ever nourished me, and I chewed on it, and chewed on it, and chewed on it. Then I regurgitated it all back up in teeny tiny bites just right for a cuckoo nestling.
It was a long process. And messy.
And, undoubtedly, it will need to be done all over again soon. Many, many times.
But Momma Bird ain't gonna stop 'til 'Lil Cuckoo flies.
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