My cousins woke me up early this morning.  Come downstairs, Tash.  We're going to dance.  I have never had more fun waking up.  After Cotton Eye Joe and Girls Just Wanna Have Fun, I could barely stand it.  They are just too cute.

Their parents are leaving in April and we are going to have a cousins week.  I promised them that we would dance every day.  How can we not?

Right now Han and I are hanging out with our favorite curly friend.

 She looks very serious.  But every once in a while her foot pops to the music and it makes me smile.

Isn't he the greatest dog you've ever seen?  I'm a sucker for sad eyes.  He's my favorite running partner.

So.  Yesterday I answered the phone when Andrea from Teach Overseas called.  She calls faithfully every month.  And I just as faithfully push the ignore button.  Every month.  But this time I didn't.  And even though I am mostly sure that their ministry is not in my future, it was still an important moment for me. 

Most people like open doors. I hate doors period.  I can't sleep if mine is open.  I can't focus in the kitchen if the cupboards are not closed.  And it's even more than that.  I hate the phrase about God opening and closing doors. I already analyze far too much.  Add looking for doors and deciding if they are closed or cracked or wide open and it's guaranteed that I'll have a melt down. 

I read the Old Testament and I get jealous.  Where's my pillar of fire?  Where's my cloud?   My rainbow?  Really God?

What am I, chopped liver?

But after spending some more time in The Word, I realized this.  That my Jesus, my God is not about doors.  Or windows or walls even.  He's the God who walked on water and through death and into closed rooms. He's about people.  About seeds and hearts and saving this sad world.  Doors?   Overrated.  Simply too small.  Thank goodness.

 One more.  Because he's that cute.