The Chex Mix Conspiracy

 I had a serious wrestling match with God over this stupid Chex Mix and my stupid neighbors.

(It’s a good thing I have such a great attitude about it though.)

I had a million and one good reasons not to pass it out to my scary stranger neighbors.

And I let him have them. The whole million. And one.

And I kept telling him, my perfectly wonderful reasons:

First and most importantly:

I don’t want to.

Plain and simple.

I’m sick.

Laundry.

I’m covered in spit up.

I just got a stupid hair cut.

My eye liner is down to my chin, again.

It’s vitally important that I check Pinterest so that I can feel even

more inadequate in every realm of life than I already do.

Oh, my 3 year old is being an a#$hole right now. Serious.

We are spending entire DAYS {days I say} in time out.

And you me to expose unsuspecting soles to his wrath?!?

Really, Lord?

And did I mention that I don’t want to.

And He kept telling me to just do it.

So there it was.

And there I was.

It was getting dark so I wrangled Jack into the stroller with

 his Santa hat on and 43 bags of Chex Mix.

And we went to our 1st house.

And we were both nervous. Standing at the door with our little bags.

And no one was home.

And then we went to our 2^nd house. And we were less nervous.

And no one was home.

And then our 3^rd.

And finally Chuck answered the door.

{Thank you Chuck}

Chuck the sweet guy who lives alone.

The guy we see going to the mailbox after work in his chef outfit.

The guy who we’ve never known his name and we both shift eyes when we see each other.

That Chuck.

And my little a#$hole transformed into his sweet little 3 year old self. In a Santa hat.

“Merry Christmas. We made you some Chex Mix.”

 Then he proceeded to engage in a full on conversation about

Santa and Christmas and life in general.

And it was glorious.

All of that wrestling was worth it.

As always. It always is.

And my temporarily transformed 3 year old and I continued down our street

Spreading Chex Mix and cheer.

To the junior high boys playing football in the street.

{All I could think about was Young Life kids}

To the super cute family of 5 girls who I didn’t even know lived there.

To the cat woman with dark house and all the “go away” signs on her porch.

And each person was genuinely glad to see us & not scary.

Until Jack peed in his pants and we had to run home hop in the bath.

For the 3^rd time today.

And I did it.

And God is faithful.

He always shows up.

Every single time.

Kind of reminds me of Christmas.

Thanks for reading my words dear friends.

I hope you have a really great holiday with your friends and family.