Good Morning,
I am moving kind of slow this morning as I sit down with a hot cup of Door County Raspberry Almond Coffee and write.
1 Thessalonians 5:16-18 Rejoice always, 17. pray without ceasing. 18. In everything give thanks. For this is the will of God in Christ Jesus for you.
My mind took a trip down memory lane today and it stopped on a typical hot summer day back in the 1960, s. The day might consist of a cold popsicle or a drink from the garden hose. It almost always had meeting with friends to play some baseball or some touch football. Chores were worked into the daily routine and almost always were completed before the daily summer olympics started.
Most all of my activities were held on our school playground or in the sort of dead end street near our house. Later in the 60's I noticed that girls just seemed to be abundant and all of a sudden they were part of the summer escapades. My bicycle was as my mode of transportation and believe it or not we walked most everywhere.
But somehow, some way, reality set in and at least once a summer or more than once your, knees or elbows were introduced to the concrete of your summer. I can still recall the sharp sting of my knees scraping across some concrete and coming up with a severe case of "road rash". Skinned knees and healing wounds were just some sort of Red Badge Of Courage. Although that fresh wound stung like all get out, you went right back and played on the unforgiving slab of torture.
My point for the day is this, Even though some days hurt and the roadway rises to introduce itself to you, sometimes the bruises are worth it. I always found that on a hot day, I would be wearing shorts. And the positive of that was I did not put another hole in my pants. My knees would heal, but the torn blue jeans always needed and explanation to my parents. They didn't seem to mind a little blood.
Friends, take time to relive those popsicle, hot sunny days, and by now you should be able to afford some knee pads. Most of all, look for the positive in each day.
God bless,
Marty
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