Fart and Roses

I went to a hockey game this weekend with 2 of the most obnoxiously adorable kids (or maybe its adorably obnoxious...I am not sure). Mackenzie and Dalton are 10 and 11 years old. They were both excited to go and were telling stories on the way. As we pulled into the parking lot, Dalton announces he farted. I laughed. I can't help it. Farts are funny to me. I told them only in my car would we laugh at farts but I guess I didn't clarify...As we walked to the arena, Mackenzie declared a "Fart and Roses" contest of sorts. Meaning they both would fart and then they would declare who was "Fart" and who was "Roses." I was laughing so hard both kids stopped to tell me to breath (then of course returned to their Fart and Roses contest).

I don't get much.
I am not a big theologian.
I don't understand what it means if you are christian or Christ-follower.
I am not a political officiatato.
I know there is a big to-do in Egypt...I haven't quite figured out why.
My blog has 2 followers, one of them my mother who doesn't read my blog.
I have already declared myself to be a bad speller.
My writing may not sell any books.
My crafts are often crooked and fall apart.
My house is messy often, I never make my bed.
I am not the bestest at anything.

But I will tell you what I do do (I just said do-do) really well. I love. In my conversations with Christ, I ask regularly for the opportunity to love the broken. "Bring me the broken Jesus." The ones who can't talk or walk, the ones who feel rejected or stupid, who are mad and angry and a little lost, the ones who society says doesn't matter. The ones that feel like they don't belong. I will give them a place to belong and share a hope in Christ. That is what I pray.

On Sunday, we had new bean bags in my special needs classroom at church. The kids loved to pile them up and run and jump on them. I call it my classroom but it's not anymore. The kids call it theirs and it truly is. I was sitting with Brandon on the floor, he tells me "You come to my church today." Marcus walking back into the classroom after worships announces "Tada! I am here."

What joy to hear those words "Tada! I am here!"
What joy to laugh along side of Mackenzie and Dalton, figuring out who is Fart and who is Roses.

As cheesy as it sounds, I hope you find your joy, wherever it may be...even if it's in the middle of a Fart and Roses contest.