 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.
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 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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