God calls me...
He calls me to journey along with the skepics.
I hang out at Starbucks and become friends with the tattooed, the pierced, the disenfranchised.
The skeptic, the Muslims, the unincorporated Christians. The ones that believe there is no God, but they profess belief in pirates and flying spagetti monsters...
God has a great sense of humor..why would He call me, this little old fluffy lady to walk in this hurting world. Mine is not to ask "why?"
All I know is that He loves them and I love them and am honored to walk with them as they explore their spiritual journey.
(When I find where I first located this tat/picture, I will give credit...)