Don the builder

I watched Uncle Don build the house next door to ours. My younger cousin and I played in the giant sandbox which quickly turned into a cement slab where we rode our tricycles. Cinder blocks formed the foundation walls and then more men came to work on the house, putting a lid on our playground. Before I knew it, lumber was everywhere, walls were being formed, windows and doors arrived, a roof was shingled and bricks surrounded those walls, and the empty lot next door to ours became a home for our kin.

In my younger years, I thought my uncle walked on water! Only in my later years, could I truly appreciate the skill and expertise he possessed to create such a beautiful home.

How quick are we to forget who is the builder of all things when our talents soar? Sometimes, we tend to bask in our own glory after a job well done. But I know Uncle Don, in his own quiet way, gave all the glory of his success to God, the builder.

Loving Creator, give us the confidence and pride that belong to hope through Christ our Lord. Amen. — LP

Contributed by Don the builder

I watched Uncle Don build the house next door to ours. My younger cousin and I played in the giant sandbox which quickly turned into a cement slab where we rode our tricycles. Cinder blocks formed the foundation walls and then more men came to work on the house, putting a lid on our playground. Before I knew it, lumber was everywhere, walls were being formed, windows and doors arrived, a roof was shingled and bricks surrounded those walls, and the empty lot next door to ours became a home for our kin. In my younger years, I thought my uncle walked on water! Only in my later years, could I truly appreciate the skill and expertise he possessed to create such a beautiful home. How quick are we to forget who is the builder of all things when our talents soar? Sometimes, we tend to bask in our own glory after a job well done. But I know Uncle Don, in his own quiet way, gave all the glory of his success to God, the builder.
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