So here’s what I want you to do, God helping you: Take your everyday, ordinary life—your sleeping, eating, going-to-work, and walking-around life—and place it before God as an offering. Embracing what God does for you is the best thing you can do for him. Don’t become so well-adjusted to your culture that you fit into it without even thinking. Instead, fix your attention on God. You’ll be changed from the inside out. Readily recognize what he wants from you, and quickly respond to it. Unlike the culture around you, always dragging you down to its level of immaturity, God brings the best out of you, develops well-formed maturity in you
—  Romans 12:1-2, The Message via Come & Worship | She Reads Truth, Lent Day 10

prompt: coliver based on this post

Connor reaches for the final glass in the very last moving box. He turns it over in his hands, checking for any cracks. Finding it perfect, he places it into the cabinet beside the others.

"Connor?" Oliver calls. "I think we just did it!"

"Just a minute!" Connor shouts back from the other room, then he skids into the kitchen in a t-shirt, boxers, and a pair of white socks. The soothing beat of a soft, familiar melody follows him.

Oliver turns and leans against the counter to appreciate the view of his husband so relaxed and smiling.

Connor claps his hands together and then holds them out. “We moved in?”

"That was the last glass."

"Perfect." Connor reaches for Oliver. His hands land on Oliver’s hips. "Just enough time left for this."

Oliver rolls his eyes. “It’s 3am, Con. I’m tired.”

"Not that." Connor tugs Oliver by the elastic of his pajama bottoms out into the center of their new kitchen. Then, he wraps his arms securely around Oliver’s waist and closes the distance between their bodies, chest to chest.


"Dance with me."

Oliver resists at first, because it is late and his feet hurt and the floor is cold, but when Sinatra croons, “And the way you look tonight,” Oliver can’t help but melt into the warm embrace of his husband, so safe and comfortable and home.

Oliver lowers his head to Connor’s shoulder, and Connor’s arms tighten in a small hug.

"We did good, didn’t we?" Connor whispers.

"Yeah," Oliver replies. He doesn’t think he’ll ever stop smiling. "We did."