Flashback Moment â A Few Years Ago
It was one of those ordinary afternoons â the kind where the house was noisy, the kitchen smelled like a mix of lunch leftovers and something sweet, and the boys were circling like sharks around the counter.
I had barely turned my back before the box of eclairs disappeared.
They were sitting there, all five of them, happily devouring those cream-filled pastries like it was their job.
Me: âI donât know how yâall can eat those.â
Second oldest, mouth full and smiling big: âItâs because weâre boys!â
And that was it. End of discussion. Logic, apparently, didnât stand a chance against boyhood confidence.
I remember laughing so hard. But later that night, as I wiped chocolate fingerprints off the counter (and the fridge handle⌠and maybe a light switch or two), I kept thinking about how sure he was.
No hesitation. No second-guessing. Just this is who we are.
Sometimes I wish I had a little more of that kind of certainty.
Because somewhere between childhood and adulthood, we start overthinking everything â what we eat, what we say, what we do, how we look, if weâre doing enough, being enough, feeling enough.
We trade in joy for justification.
Spontaneity for self-consciousness.
But kids⌠they just live. They enjoy the moment in front of them.
They donât worry if theyâve âearnedâ the eclair â they just thank you (if youâre lucky) and bite in before you can change your mind.
And maybe thatâs a little glimpse of the kind of joy God wants for us.
Not careless, but carefree.
Not consumed by guilt or overthinking, but free enough to enjoy His goodness right where we are â sticky hands, crumbs on the floor, laughter in the background, and all.
Life doesnât always give us big mountaintop moments. Sometimes itâs just a box of eclairs, a kitchen full of chaos, and a reminder that joy doesnât have to make sense to be real.
âThis is the day that the Lord has made; let us rejoice and be glad in it.â
â Psalm 118:24 (ESV)
So maybe today, letâs eat the âeclairsâ in front of us â whatever that looks like.
Letâs enjoy the good things Godâs placed in our hands without overanalyzing them.
Letâs smile a little more, laugh a little louder, and remember that sometimes the best explanation is the simplest one:
âItâs because weâre His.â

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