He wasn’t afraid to take the back roads . . .
And when He did He rode in on a donkey. That’s just one tiny step up from an old-busted-out John Deere lawnmower running on three bald tires, a wheel rim and a shot out suspension.
He was born amongst the cows and chickens. Extra brownie points for the goats. Goats are awesome.
His best friends spent all day out on the lake.
He was predicted by the old folks before He ever showed up . . . just like your Grandma’s arthritis when it rains.
He showed up every fish tale known to man with that multiplying-the-trout thing. My husband would like to know what bait He used.
He fixed broken people . . . and he never even used duct tape.
He once hung out in the wilderness for a whole 40 days.
He brought a whole new meaning to hanging out in a tree stand when he literally hung out standing on a tree.
Here He camouflaged my sins.
But it didn’t end there.
Just like biscuit dough – He rose.
Thank God for Jesus . . . who made His grace spectacular and yet simple enough for a country girl like me to understand.
