Max Lucado 3:16 – The Numbers of Hope: September 12, 2016

I love to hear my wife say “whoever.”  Sometimes I detect my favorite fragrance wafting from the kitchen: strawberry cake.  I follow the smell like a bird dog follows a trail until I’m standing over the just-baked, just-iced pan of pure pleasure.  Yet I’ve learned to still my fork until Denalyn gives clearance.  “Who is it for?” I ask.  She might break my heart.  “It’s for a birthday party, Max.  Don’t touch it!”  Or, “For a friend.  Stay away.”  Or she might throw open the door of delight.  “Whoever.”  And since I qualify as a “whoever,” I say “yes.”

I so hope you will too.  Not to the cake, but to God.

Max Lucado


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