“If you have the boys mow, leave the back yard for me.”
Those words slipped out of my mouth before I could call them back.
I’d just had a moment with God.
Having woken up and glanced in the mirror before my morning shower, I decided to forgo washing my hair and wear it crazy. I mean, sticking-up-in-twelve-directions-and-praising-God-all-on-its-own crazy hair.
New to short hair, I’d been washing it every single day because of this same issue. This day, I am going with it. I run my fingers through it to make it all stand in the same direction and laugh aloud at myself in the bathroom mirror.
And that’s when I feel it. The smile of God. He is laughing with me.