We had LOTS of kids on New Dawn Drive, the street I grew up on. My brother Drew, Andy and Ronnie, Colleen and Russell, Ricky, Karen, and Alison, Laurie and Craig, Gina, Debbie and Richie, Michael, and Little David. I was Big Dave. There were older people, too. Chuck and Thelma were a couple of the old people living on my street. They were nice people, but no children, and none of us kids ever got in their house–and we got into everybody’s house. Their house was like a museum.
I mowed their lawn, so I was the only kid who made it inside. They had really nice stuff, beautiful chairs and sofas and tables, and all of it was covered. Their carpet was covered, too. Even their Oldsmobile had seat covers. Remember those plastic seat covers with all the bubbles? I don’t think anybody’s feet or rear ends ever touched the actual material of anything.
They died a number of years ago. Alone. I was sad because I liked them. I hear their stuff was still really nice. Almost like new.
Where there are no oxen, the manger is clean,
but abundant crops come by the strength of the ox. ~Proverbs 14:4
Father God, Creator. You made this world and You called it good. And it was good. It will be again. But at the moment it’s messy, and that’s my fault. Our fault. We people decided to do things our way. God, if You hadn’t created us, Your world would be a lot more peaceful, maybe. Forgive us for the mess we make.
What amazes me is that You still find joy in me. And pleasure. And you love me. So much that You did what it took to bring me back into Your family. God, it amazes me how You create so much delight out of the so much trouble we create. You are a wonderful Father.