It was a stay home weekend for the kids and I. Ava and I left home just long enough to grab some groceries and a movie on Saturday, and the rest of the time was spent in flannel pants, thick old socks and hoodies.
I am finishing one of my classes for school, so in between snuggling and reading One Thousand Gifts (I am aware of being tardy to this reading party, but still glad that I came!),I was also working on a paper that's due. So, while I'm working, the kids are forced to play a little more independently, then throw in daylight savings, and by five o'clock, we were all coming out of our skin a bit.
That's when our dog Layla, finally settling in to even tempered middle-dog age, got a puppy burst, and caught herself a rabbit. I shriek (as I don't do 'dead' well), and rap on the sliding glass door, of course, inadvertently drawing both kids attention directly where I didn't want it. I took a breath, and explained out that Layla was doing what God designed her to do, and that what happened is another thing that He designed.
This conversation lead to my five year old Owen asking for me to "read from God's words how He created everything for purpose"...
and there, around a sticky table, we were the church, with milk glass rings and left over taco fixings, our communion.
After dinner to get our minds off of Layla's bunny breath, we decide to throw a smashing un-birthday party: cake, sprinkles...the works
Our delight only swelled and turned into a fabulous living room dance party; and in between our peeling laughter, bed heads tipped back in happiness, souls soaring - I got it.
This - this is the great feast we've been invited to; and the state He invites us in.
So Jesus, we're a coming - stale breath, socks with holes, flannel pants and all...because this joy sustains. I don't want to miss it.