choices

Last night my daughter choose eating stale potato chip crumbs off a very dirty youth room floor over being held in a loving embrace.

This morning I can't help but think of all the ways I, and others, have chosen the dirty crumbs over the love of the father.

She's far too young to see the parallels but I hope that one day she does. I also hope she chooses God over the mess around her.

But mostly, I hope she finds herself in a loving embrace if there is ever a next time she has to vomit up the dirt she's just eaten.