 I'm sitting in my favorite little coffee shop surrounded by some of my favorite things: a wall lined with book cases in front of me, a large plant off to the side of the cases, and my coffee right next to me.
As I'm typing, my mom shows up with my littlest daughter - its my mom's favorite coffee shop, too. I pause typing for just a few minutes to set my computer aside and soak in a few snuggles from my favorite four year old. Her whispy, white-blonde hair tickles my face as she nuzzles into my neck and gives me the smallest fairy kiss while whispering, "I love you, mommy". These are the good days.
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 I pulled our dinner out of the oven and plated my girls' food before setting it down on the table. "Alexa, play classical music," I said as I lit the candle at our table then called the girls to dinner. We practiced our best table manners, even speaking in our fanciest voices, while I reminded them to put their napkins on their laps. We prayed. We giggled. We ate. Occasionally one of my girls would slip from her seat to twirl in the middle of the room before I reminded her to come back and finish eating.
 One of my jobs is getting to interview different members of my church and hear how the Gospel has transformed their lives then write it out to share with the world. The Lord whispered to me that I would get to share these Simple Jesus Stories in a dream. I wasn’t sure how that would come to be, but when I interviewed for a different job, God actually provided me with this one. I cry every time I sit down to write the stories I’ve heard.
I often share some of the stories I’ve heard with others and sometimes I go back and reread their stories just because they’re so powerful. One story I’ve gone back to read time and time again is Dave’s.  If I can close my eyes and imagine I'm right there in the midst of what actually took place 2,000 years ago... if I can imagine the voices and paint the scene in my mind, it just leaps to life for me. I found myself doing that with the story when Bartimaeus met Jesus. I was speaking and sharing tidbits of my own story for a student ministry and in between each portion I shared, the story of Bartimaeus was read three times in three different translations of the Bible. Each time I found myself in awe as I thought, "He was so desperate for Jesus."
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I'm Kendra LeeAnne and I'm so thankful you're here. I hope Jesus meets you somewhere in the midst of my sprawling words and pondering heart. If you're looking for previous Bible studies I've written, click here to find them.
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