This feels like Christmas

The other day I was sitting in my officloset, a term I've created for my current workspace, surrounded by the clothes of our pastor and his wife, and as I watched their three year old son bounce around their bed joyously putting together 9-piece puzzles I thought what any normal person learning accounting from a monitor mounted to a closet wall would think at this point: it feels like Christmas.

It was just me and Caedmon (the three year old) that night, the rest of the Trailhead team was out door-knocking, inviting people to join us on Sunday, while I was here working on getting all of our accounting information put into our system. As I sat down to start working, I watched Caed jump up on the bed with his puzzle box in hand. "Hey Dave, hey Dave, wanna play puzzles with me on the bed?" He was so excited about this moment, it was like he'd been looking forward to this bed and these puzzles all day long, which for a three year old is a very long time. And for some reason, right then, I really wanted to hop on that bed and play puzzles with him. I saw that look on his face, and the only thing I could think about was that feeling I always get when I hear the first Christmas carol of the year. It's that warm, gooey feeling that makes your insides feel like you just had a homemade cup of hot chocolate and a melty cookie. Please tell me you've had that feeling. If not, please let me be creepy and invite myself over to make you that hot cup of cocoa, because everyone needs that Christmas feeling.


I reminisced for a moment, with thoughts of snow days and two weeks of nothing to do reminding me of the joy of life before work. As I came back to the reality of debits and credits in closets, I had somewhat of a revelation. This still feels like Christmas.

I've been in North Carolina for about a month and a half now, and my life has consisted of nothing but Trailhead Church from 7:30AM until Midnight, and I love it. It's not always cakewalk trying to comply with all these IRS laws and arranging all these numbers, but it's knowing with every little bit of me that I'm exactly where God wants me that lights me up inside and out. I've stood in the back of the Ramada Convention Center for two weeks now and have been overwhelmed by the annointing that has flowed through our midst, and knowing that me and my best friends had a role in preparing that place and that day for that very reason is more fulfilling than all of my four hikes through the Grand Canyon combined. This really was not meant to be a plug to come join our church, but I can't help but tell you now. If God is moving you to help start something for Him, whether it's a church, a bible study, or a kickball game, I beg you not to hesitate. Your reward will be far greater than you could ever have imagined as you watch people encounter God through your sacrifice.

So I'm in a closet, crunching numbers, and watching puzzles and Nick Jr.'s Noggin, and there's nowhere else I'd rather be.