Sam is all about bad guys and zombies lately. He's got a thousand questions and they're never far from the surface.
So it wasn't totally unexpected when he asked me earlier this week, "Mama, does God kill bad guys?"
I was so thrilled to be able to tell him instead that God redeems bad guys. "He doesn't kill us," I explained, "he loves us and saves us and changes us into good guys."
His eyes popped wide and his jaw dropped and he burst out, "That's so much better!"
And this morning I woke up cranky as a bear, with angry eyebrows and surly snarls, because it was 6am and the kids wanted breakfast NOW and I had kind of been counting on another hour's sleep.
So after I grudgingly made them breakfast I snuggled down to read my bible and pray and I poured out my sour heart and told God I was sorry.
And God gently reminded my immature self that I was looking at it upside down. He hadn't given me a bad morning at all but one packed with glorious gifts.
My horrible children were actually healthy, growing, articulate, quite reasonable children (and breakfast isn't an unusual demand).
They had woken up today. There was no mourning here this morning.
I was able to come downstairs and make them each what they love best from a well-stocked kitchen without wondering where our next meal was coming from.
And then I was able to cuddle under a soft blanket and hold a warm cup of coffee while reading my Bible (which I am allowed to freely do, without fear, in this great country).
So I had a morning that mamas all over the world can only dream of. And instead of punishing me for being so blind and churlish, God did what God does ...
Loved me where I was and made it good.
Because God is a redeemer.
Of bad guys.
Of cranky mornings and upside down hearts.