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Monday, May 24, 2010

One Thousand Gifts . . .

It's not often I ride in the truck.  It's his ride.  Twice a day, almost everyday, it carries him to where he needs to be so we can fill their tummies, light their way, and cover their heads.

We use it this weekend, it's rarity for me a moment to smell the wood that is his labor and touch the seat that holds the receipts and empty bottles and scribblings of his hand.  He's shoving it all over as I climb in.

this work truck

this trip for two

the pile of change when pockets are empty

his Bible with curled edges from car sun

the note he still has, faded and yellowed and worn

the tape measure that made the little tear

knowing where they all are

music of God's love filling the cab

wood dust to finger a heart in

silence

the brush of his thumb on my neck

the trucks that pass that I am not in, because I am here

One thousand gifts, #50-61.


holy experience

1 comment:

Penny said...

I love special times with hubby. Good to talk with you today on the phone. glad you are feeling better.

Drawing of me losing my cool courtesy of budding artist, Izzy.


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