I’ll share what’s been on my mind all day, although I’m not sure it qualifies as Monday School.
Yesterday, we celebrated Father’s Day with the grill going outside and the sound of the U.S. Open in the background on the inside. That’s the way we celebrated Father’s Day when Dad was here. I always thought Dad should get a break from the grill on Father’s Day, but he didn’t see it that way.
Now my husband mans the grill for all the other dads and when he’s finished with that, flips the channel back and forth from golf to rodeo.
We laugh and talk around the table. The uncles tease the little ones and the boys throw the football in the yard. The kids play tag and climb the rope swing and we pose for pictures in front of the prettiest tree.
Here we are, in the same house, all these years later, celebrating the important days much like we used to. Our house was full on Christmas and Mother’s Day and some other days too. It will be full again soon. Same love, new generation.
Good people, good food, good times.
And all I could think about was grace…..God’s boundless, beautiful grace.