And I’m in our bedroom stacking The Farmer’s freshly laundered denims when I hear the back door slam shut. Malakai’s in.
And I hear his still-outside voice holler loud at Shalom over the brrr whirl of the pop-pop-pop-popcorn maker, “Popcorn? Did Mom really say you could make popcorn, Shalom?”
And I hear it too when Shalom unplugs the popping popcorn maker so Malakai can really hear her and she says it clear, in her I-am-very-certain-voice, “She really did, Kai. I know she usually says no because she says it makes such a big mess, but this time she really did say YES!”
I really did.
And I break happiness into the bedroom mirror and laugh aloud just to myself.
Saying Yes will mean a mess — but isn’t this precisely how we bless?
May all you wanderings this weekend, kind friends, be about embracing the messy.
For isn’t that what Jesus did for us?