“He kinda likes me.”

“He told me He was going to take me home, and make me one of the angels,” Gam told me at dinner once.

He being God–and I loved how she didn’t preface or explain it–like He was obviously right there with us, at the table, needing no introductions. I remember smiling at the realization that she was right.

Then, without missing a beat, she said, “He kinda likes me.”

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