Tools....

After a great dinner and on the way to my Godson's Bday party...I had a blow out.

Of course, I did what all 45 year olds do....I called my Mommy and Daddy.

And of course they immediately screeched up.

On board, was my Uncle Con. 

It is in his DNA to, "know what to do" and to not be afraid to do it. 

He does it with no complaints or even an eye roll.

With 600% humidity, with sweat literally pouring, off of his face....

there was not an eye roll or a complaint to be heard from him. 

Momo would be proud to know that there was no "belly-aching" from her boy. 

Just as Popo would be proud to know all his hard work and training in the garage paid off. 

I would be remiss if I didn't mention Reagan Stringfellow who drove by, stopped and turned into a Indianapolis 500 one man pit crew. 

(I owe you big time Reagan!)

 

I was quickly reminded that, we all come packed with a God Given set of tools. 

Our upbringing tends to sharpens, dull, add or subtract. 

Some of us look like we bring a shiny filled up tool box, 

that would make Tim Allen jealous... 

and others tend to show up with.....

a Fisher Price. 

You know the people I am talking about don't you?

They might not look like that much help in your eyes...or their "help" isn't exactly, "helpful." 

However, according to 1 Corinthians 1:26-31, He uses Fisher Price too!

No one is left out. We all have value and purpose. 

"Members do not have the same function... 

We have different gifts according to the grace given to each of us." ~Romans 12:4a,6a

 He has placed us where He wants us...

in order to Honor Him and Bless each other. So whether you think you arrive with a dented toolbox with inadequate tools...or you pull up whistling carrying plastic tools...

you and I can rest assured....

"He who began a good work on you 

will bring it to completion at the day of Jesus Christ." -Philippians 1:6 

Just like Reagan, My Uncle Con and My Daddy showed me....

Love changes everything.

Thank You God for loving me and looking out for me in such a way, that only I knew, was straight from Heaven. 

In His Dust,

DCC