It is what it Is

Usually I try to catch Puck before he grabs the mini donuts at the church coffee table. The less sugar before service, the better. But today, I couldn’t stop him from draining a cup of lemonade before he marched into our row and took a seat. C’est la vie. His scribbling during the sermon might have been a little more animated than usual.

It was a quiet Sunday afternoon at the Big House.

Everyone else had mostly bunny volunteering or student film shoots engulfing their afternoons.

So after the rest of us sat down to a lunch spread of breakfast casserole, biscuits, and fruit salad, we mingled in the living room.

Rose often shares work stories with us. Part of the prerogative of being a 24 year-old super woman Systems Administrator for a company who literally lets her do whatever she wants, includes participating in ridiculous conversations with co-workers on a regular basis.

“Yeah, so we were talking about Old Testament trivia, and the questions we would come up with, like showing cards with silhouettes of different animal hooves and asking them, ‘Could you eat this foot?’ Then one of the other guys said, ‘I’m gonna step away from you guys. You’re going to get struck by lightning.’”

“You get paid to have conversations like that?” Mom asked.

“I get paid to do whatever I want,” Rose grinned.

We hit home early for a Sunday afternoon. Mom and Dad were hosting a double-header Bible study and dinner at the Big House, so we scrammed early and hit the road in the rain for groceries and more thank you cards for my huge book shipment when it arrives – theoretically – this week.

At home, Puck drained his enormous Lego collection into the old piano bench, preparing his own Lego-creation station in the living room. At this point, I don’t really care what happens to the lay-out of the general house furniture. It is what it is.

Then he went to town on that giant popcicle from the ice cream truck last night.

“[Jonathan Edwards] surmises that believers in the new heavens and the new earth will be able to see across the entire universe since Christ, not the sun, will be lighting the whole universe, and the light emitted by Christ’s glorified body must be far faster than the speed of light in a solar system lit up by our sun.”

– Dane C. Ortlund