Tiny patches of blue peered through the broken layer of dark
gray clouds in the noonday sky.
Watching the compass swing around to zero six zero I advanced the
throttle and accelerated to cruise speed.
As I bumped along with a quartering tailwind beneath the clouds
listening to the clatter of the diesel engine in my old pickup truck I dreamed
of flying…flying to the out-of-town job that waited for me miles away. I like responding to these emergency
type jobs. It gives me the feeling
of being needed. It’s much more fun than regular employment…a job that you have
to go to every day and do the same ole thing. I never know what the trouble is going to be…all I really
know is that the equipment is broken down and they are waiting for me to fix
it. I just hope and pray that I
can figure it out.
I removed the bologna and cheese sandwich from its wrapper
and proceeded to inhale it…no time for a sit down lunch. A diet coke would have tasted good, but
I felt I had to give up something for Lent.
Thank you, Lord Jesus
For challenging jobs to do
For delicious meals to eat
For exotic places to visit
And most of all
For good health to enjoy it
Amen.
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