Beautiful pots of mums. Seasonal decorations. Candles lit. Wreath on the door. Every detail imagined prepared. Every speck of dust removed. Carpet vacuumed.
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The women clamor in ready to eat. Ready to talk. Ready to play.
The conversation is of football, Halloween costumes, and things lingering on the surface. There is no smell of anything cooking beyond what we see.
And yet I long to go beyond. To see inside the hearts. To see beyond the surface and into the depths of them. Does this perfectly manicured life truly satisfy?
While everything is beautiful and nothing is wrong with any talk or detail, I wonder as I watch how Jesus is allowed to go beyond the pristine image, beyond what appears to be, into the fullness of broken hearts hidden.
I linger, watch, and wonder if I will ever know their beyond. I hunger for more.
It all appears the abundant life, and yet it is unlike the abundance Jesus promises. Is He allowed entrance into every heart chamber? or is He, unlike me, allowed to see what is really within?