I was standing there in my kitchen, fixing supper, and feeling defeated. Troubled about the world my kids are growing up in. Watching it go to... well to heck, essentially, in a hand basket. So there I was, talking to my Jesus about it all. He's a good listener, after all. And as I let my troubles and fears roll off my heart right there, I realized I was using words I don't normally use, to describe things and situations that were causing my heart to fear.
Words considered expletives. Cuss words.
Words that would have to be bleeped off of a PG-13 TV show.
Words that described how I felt.
Yep. Me. Taking a potty mouth to the Heavenly Man upstairs.
Him and me having a virtual coffee date of the heart while I chopped up carrots. Except there was no coffee. And except there was language you don't normally hear at a Starbucks. I was all out of eloquence. And I realized right then and there that my Jesus is real enough to me that I can be real with Him. And with everything that's wrong with the world my kids live in, they will always have that Man. And that's really all that one needs.