Mornings are rough. I’m SLOW to get moving. The world never stops spinning, but my morning gravitational spin is in low gear. Needless to say, everything is intensified for me in the wee hours.
Even more theatrical, was David at breakfast. Today’s breakfast order came earlier than normal. Sleepily, I flip eggs. Who eats so early?
Enter into the kitchen, David: “Oh, geeeeeze! Can you go easy on the cottage cheese? I’m stuffed just looking at that large serving.”
Holding the frying pan up high, I whop him over the head. Oh wait, I think that was in my mind’s eye. Anywhoo, I sigh at his spectacular performance.
“Your performance is outstanding this morning. I think you should get an Academy Award.” Now please sit down before you see MY dramatic performance.
Despite my morning irritability, I enjoy his antics. I miss his frolicking when I’m gone all day. Toast pops out of the toaster, eggs gently turned, I dream of the dramatic things that God has done for me.
The story of the prodigal son—I can hear the heart wrenching music, as the Father runs, with all His might, to meet His returning son. I feel the hard embrace, the welling of hearts.
The song intensifies. My heart pounds, Jesus enters the tomb and raises Lazarus from the dead. The strips of gauze fall intensely to the ground. He is alive!
My tissue wet, eyes flood, my heart overflows. Jesus carries the cross, and does the Father’s will. Extravagant, over the top. God is dramatic. He goes to great lengths.
So is my David. He goes above and beyond for me. I laugh at his antics.
There’s a hush in my kitchen, the lights dim. The announcer’s voice boasts:
“And the Academy Award goes to”………..drum roll please…….
“Best actor in a leading roll, drama—David Hetzler!” Applause abound. He raises from the kitchen table with a big smile. VICTORY.
I can’t wait to hear his acceptance speech. More coffee please.