As we discussed what truths we had taken home from the worship service today the young lady who was my conversational partner mentioned that she finds repetitive singing boring and therefore stops singing after a few rounds in order to keep insincerity from creeping in.
I was still contemplating her comment, "I've learned to let my mind wander in useful directions," and didn't quite catch the context when she burst out, "I'm hungry!" At first I thought she'd changed her mind about waiting awhile for dinner, but soon realized she wasn't talking about lunch at all when she continued "I want to say, 'So don't give me your own fluffy thoughts, give me some meat!'"
These are thoughts I've heard from a number of the young people in my life lately...
So why the baby food?