children are tireless in pursuit of blowing bubbles. they are not thinking of slippery floors or sticky hands.
they are seeing what joy would look like if god handed it out in brightly colored bottles with plastic wands to dip in again and again.
for everyday breath to make a floating, glistening, rainbow-streaked globe from nearly nothing widens eyes, prompting stop and watch.
and response? to preserve or to poke.
hands cupped to make it their own—-even for a moment. fingers prodding to test it’s strength. to see if it can be undone.
and we let them hold and test because we can offer it again. and again. and again.
until they are ready to reach for dripping plastic wand and release joy.
count it all joy, my brothers,when you meet trials of various kinds, for you know that the testing of your faith produces steadfastness. and let steadfastness have its full effect, that you may be perfect and complete, lacking in nothing.
james 1:2-4 (ESV)
for heidi a.