He Left No Room For Doubt

7:25am

I hear a knock at the door. I was still in bed, having finally falling back asleep at 6am. I had been up since around 2am, unintentionally, yet productively — catching up on The Belonging Co. on youtube and working on a website.

As I go to the door, I see the sun shining through the blinds, so I open it without thinking or even looking to see who is there — uncommon for me. I was still very much so groggy from “just” getting in bed.

It’s none other than Uncle Moose.

“Britt, take me to G house.”

“Uncle Moose, I’m sleepy. What time is it?”

“You’re normally up way before now. Take me to get the weed eater so I can help my potna.”

“Uncle Moose, I’m tired. I just went to sleep.”

He says nothing.

Uncle Moose stops by often. He lives close by, close enough for me to see his front door from my driveway. He often has some random errand he wants me to take him to run. But today, I was tired.

He stood on my porch and didn’t say another word, fully and confidently knowing that I would take him.

I told him to hold on, giving myself just enough time to reheat my coffee.

Hair uncombed, in my mint pajama set and oversized sweatshirt, and a cup of 3 hour old coffee in a glass cup whose purpose is definitely not to act as a mug. To Uncle Gary’s house we went, and another random stop after that.

I love Uncle Moose and his heart for people. I love how he forgives and sweeps things under the rug. I always tell him he has such a good heart, one of the best I know. And it’s pretty persistent, too.

Today, he reminded me of the power in knocking, seeking, and asking. And after you have, waiting patiently — confidently knowing.

Uncle Moose had complete confidence that he would have that weed eater in his hands, and I would in fact be the one to take him to get it.

He left no room for doubt.