Four posts, four post-holes and four Advil later, I crawled into bed. Thanks to my son Jason and the two-man post-hole digger we cemented in the structure that will hold the new gate for the new driveway. I fear I’m getting too old for all these projects but doing them gives me an emotional boost. I feel more alive…the excitement of doing something keeps me young…at least in my head. And such is my life…it is lived mostly in my head and has little to do with reality.
Please forgive my waxing and waning/
Also forgive all my constant complaining.
All of my straining, my aching and paining/
I am sure it’s good for my spiritual training.
Give me strength to pass the test/
For you, Lord Jesus, are the best.
Amen
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