My daughter and her family own a worm farm. A two-foot cube of earthworm deliciousness residing in their guest bedroom. The room I stay in when I visit.

A dear family friend gifted it to them for their 4-year old’s birthday. Dear friends like that are hard to come by.

On Tuesday the worms began migrating. Into the living room. Rather than moving up they moved out. Seems they needed more space. I never knew worms were that needy.

The escaping worms brought joy to my grandson – “Hello worms!” They made our staff team laugh as we envisioned worms cascading to freedom.  The family text loop became the source of smiles in the midst of work grind.

Most of the males were cheering the worms on. Most of the moms were “No.”

Here’s a dot-connecting thought: All the joy we experience flows down from our God who desires His children a full life. He buries bits of joy throughout our days.

Every crumb of hope in the midst of a layoff or morsel of comfort at the death of a spouse get their start in God who feeds our souls with His death-defying magic.

Thank God today for the myriad of times a smile or laugh invades your world.

On Easter Jesus escaped the tomb. Mary was overjoyed. The men weren’t so sure.

I’m with Mary. And the worms.