So, it's summertime...you are sitting around minding your own business....
you are hanging at the ball fields with Woody....picking mosquito bites...you may or not be wearing the same shirt every day for 4 weeks...but who is counting.
you are hanging at the ball fields with Woody....picking mosquito bites...you may or not be wearing the same shirt every day for 4 weeks...but who is counting.When the next thing you know you are getting put on a bus for camp.
Whoa -Whoa- Whoa there Nelly....
Reluctantly, you are dragged, bribed and pulled from the suburban.
The sights and sounds are of crocodile tears and screams of...
Why don't you love me?
I only want to be with you.
Why is Dad so mean to make me go?
I am only going to be sad all the day long....all of it.
Why don't you love me?
I only want to be with you.
Why is Dad so mean to make me go?
I am only going to be sad all the day long....all of it.
however, you do have your Purell dispenser filled up and hanging from your "pack-pack."
It is officially "the worst summer...ever."
It is officially "the worst summer...ever."
I get a little closer to examine the new "growth" on your forearm.
Me: Whatcha got goin' on there?
Mikey- (Sniff, sniff)....it's a tattoo.
Me: Wow. What's it say?
Mikey: Mommy. It's cuz I miss her all day long when I am at this camp. Now, I can look and see her. It's permanent so it won't wash off in the pool. Or EVER.
Me: It's gonna be a good day Big Mike.
"Behold, I have engraved you on the palms of my hands; your walls are continually before me." Isaiah 49:16
God, Thank You for being with us all the time..although we cannot physically see Your Name on our hands...we know from Your scars that our names are on Your's.
In His Dust,
DCC
1 comment:
you are a good friend to all ages...did you know that friends are the gloves God wears when He touches us?
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