During our children’s growing-up years, we accumulated quite an assortment of toys and other playthings,
that just seemed to grow because we couldn’t…or wouldn’t…get rid of them. The number grew just naturally
as grandchildren came along, and we’d see this or that, defending ourselves with thoughts of “keeping them occupied
next time they’d visit.”
And so, over the years, we came up with quite a playroom. When they’d come, they knew the room to head
for, and they had free rein to drag out their choices to their heart’s content. One of the items was a cardboard box,
to which I had made a cord for pulling, and the smallest got rides from room to room as I’d pull them all through the
house in that cardboard box…a small pillow in it, of course, to make it comfortable.
They came again this year, but the baby of the group was too small, and the next in line was a little too
large. So from that room of toys, what did I see being dragged through the house? Yes, the cardboard box…a little worn,
and without a passenger, but one of the little ones was pulling it around, and no doubt he’ll grow up with happy memories
of riding in the box, just as my grown up daughters do.
Aren’t good memories a blessing? I’ll say it again…God knew how to do everything right.
You know my list…body warmth, two ears for stereo, a tongue that tastes, right down to the smallest tinge…a thumb
and four fingers that are make such a great hand!
If you haven’t said “thanks” to God lately, saint or sinner, you should take a moment to
recognize His goodness. Do it.