It’s time to diverge from politics and the dismantling of life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness that is simmering in the Democrats’ cauldron of Neo-Marxism…
My wife and I met when we were 18. While it was love at first sight for me, she was a bit more cautious. Thus, we were friends for about four months before becoming authentic teenage love birds. It was also through my wife’s example and encouragement that I placed my faith in Jesus as Messiah. We were married several years later; she was in graduate school and I was an overnight DJ on an AM radio station (KFRU) in Columbia, Missouri. We were financially on the ropes, but happy as any two people could be.
That was 46-years-ago.
This past week we invited three of our children (the fourth lives in Switzerland) and their kids to our post-apocalypse farm that we purchased in Nevada. We’ve been remodeling the home and improving the property for the past four years and they had never seen the place before. Now here’s the catch: it’s a relatively small home with three bedrooms. Now here’s the problem: there were going to be a total of seven adults and eight kids ranging from 6-months to 13 years. To accommodate everyone we literally pitched colorful pup-tents in the living room!
Within hours of our guests arrival the house was beginning to get thrashed, complete with handprints on the freshly painted walls, crumbs on the sofas, an end table tipped over, a lamp toppled on the floor, kids arguing over BB-guns and golf carts, crying babies and poopy diapers.
Rather than get pinched at everyone, my wife looked at me with a playful smile and said, “We created this.”
And I wouldn’t trade it for the world.
Thank you, Lord, for giving me much, much more than I deserve.
