God knows...

For the daybreak, we did something little different at the end. We wrote in the piece of paper whatever we want to ask God or even our fuss like in Malachi and put it in the balloon and then we let it go to God. God knows our hearts and seasons. He still lets us argue with Him. He gently lowers our white knuckled fists with His nail-scarred hands. Then, like God's children before us, we stop fussing when we see the compassion in our Father's eyes.

My days with Zion are very repetitive. Yet I can't stop amazed by how God has given him as my boy. It's also continually reflects my relationship with my heavenly Father. It's a mystery.