Smoke Gets In My Eyes

As I pushed the ignition button on my Weber gas grill it sparked a memory of my son who had given it to me this past Fathers Day. It was the perfect gift, an old well-used pit that he had found out by the curb with the garbage on one of his jogging expeditions around the city. He replaced the burned out grates and little heat deflector bars with some he had salvaged from somewhere else and purchased a new thermometer for the hood. It was perfect for me because it did not have that ostentatious shiny new look. I love it. But what I love most is my son, a self proclaimed bottom feeder and minimalist, he always gets the last drop of toothpaste from the tube…so to speak, makes use of what others consider unusable. Like the discarded redwood swing set that had rotted at the bottom of the legs where they contacted the ground. He cut off the rotten part then planed, sawed, sanded, mitered and dovetailed together the most beautiful redwood set of bunk beds for my youngest grandson. I can only imagine how much you would have to pay for something like that at a furniture store…if it were even available. The wood is beautiful and the workmanship exquisite. It was all built with no blueprints or plans…just imagination. I marvel at how he has time for all these projects and also time to be a good father to three little children and husband to a beautiful wife…not to mention a full time engineering job that takes him around the world. My eyes water…surely it’s just the smoke from the grill.


Thank you, Lord Jesus, for all my blessings…especially children to be proud of.

Amen