As I lay in bed meditating on dreams, listening for His voice and knowing it would be a good idea to get up and get going, I found myself thinking about donuts.

I had been thinking about people, including myself, who are where we are, not where we thought. And I immediately thought about donuts. Were it not for the absence of the hole they would not really be donuts. What makes a donut a donut is the absence of its center. (I know that popular chains have called things donuts that have no “missing parts” but a donut is really a ring shaped pastry. Another historical redefining…) Continue reading Donuts Tell A Story →