Once upon a summer a group of teen-aged boys decided to construct a raft. Of course they could have gone out and bought one, but they thought creating it themselves would be more fun. And because they were so excited to float down the ditch banks that very afternoon, they didn't want to spend too much time thinking about the best way to go about it.
They grabbed the biggest boards in sight and had at it.. At one point the mother of one of the boys who loves details asked…"Don't you think the raft would look better if you tied the ropes underneath the boards and then put the barrels…." But before she could complete her creative design thoughts the boys cut her off, "Hey this isn't about LOOKS, this about getting the raft on the water and having fun now. We are in a hurry don't you see?" The mother smiled and nodded her head.
Summer fun begins with freedom to do your own thing.
and rough housing and goofing off and letting the day slip by without homework…nor set designs on how to do things the best way. Summer and childhood, may they be long, may they be filled with dirt, torn jeans, baseball caps, sweat and tall glasses of root-beer floats. I mean a raft that floats.
The raft…it hasn't yet managed to stay above water. The boys have torn it apart and added on and torn it apart again. They are thinking on the lines on inner tubs…
Meanwhile in between creating, sinking and pulling the drowned raft out of the ditch bank… they have taken to gliding on a rubber mat.
Their exuberance has been a prayer answered: Hope has set sail and it is floating around our home comforting the heavy hearts.
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