Hanging Out Human

Sometimes I like to picture Jesus' "regular" life - the off duty times. He was fully man, right? I don't think we give the Savior of the world enough credit for the time He put into being a human being. 

He likely had inside jokes galore with the apostles, and I'm sure plenty of disciples came to him with girl problems and friendship struggles - and He let them. 

Did Jesus ever have the stomach flu? What was his favorite food? You know he had a belching contest with the apostles late at night, where everything seemed hilarious because of that well-experienced lack of sleep from traveling. 

Jesus was fully human. 

But He is also fully God. 

He was brutally killed for all generations, which is certainly no laughing matter. 

He caught the tears of women and the snot-filled kisses of little children. 

God came down and showed He fully understood and experienced humanness. 

And loved us anyhow. 

When I'm feeling weak or sad, I love to remember that my awesome Father, protector and guide also gave a Son.....a guy my age. And just how He likely had 2am conversations with Peter or Matthew about whatever was on their hearts, I love to have moments where I just talk to God about the silly things. And thank Him. 

He already knows the needs in my life - the big stuff - and I used to think I needed to bring them all up every time I prayed. But now, I talk to God about the little things first.....because He took the time to come be human, and also because it is a statement of trust knowing He knows my heart and i don't  have to worry or be afraid. 

I talk to Him about how I am loving the cooler autumn nights where I sneak out to the couch at 3am and open the front door to sleep against the comforting breeze. 

I remind Him how I just love my kids, with their smart minds and silly demeanors - I really, truly do have amazing, loving, Christ-filled children. 

I tell Him about the people who encourage me, thanking Him for sending them into my life. I share dreams about how going to the circus completely deluded me into dreaming of new potential for Royal Stage if we ever have a healthier budget. 

We talk about dance, poetry, naps, traffic and Starbucks cheese danishes. 

I'm giving Him my entire heart now - not just the pure parts, or my Santa-esque list of requests for gifts from above. 

I just want to talk to God sometimes like He's hanging out with me at home, watching sitcom reruns and eating Oreos. 

And I hope it's okay to do that.