Wait till he hears about this
A car came careening round the corner as I was leaving my sister’s house one evening. As it came nearer, I saw that it was my sister’s, with her in the driver’s seat.
“If father knows of this, he will surely give her an earful,” I found myself thinking. Buth then, the one getting an earful would be me, as he’d complain to me, and ask me to tell her to drive more carefully.
More recently, I was driving home when I noticed the Mobil petrol station along the way had no cars at any of its pumps. I looked again and saw that the minimart was empty. The place looked closed.
“I wonder what father would say if he heard of this?”
It’s almost two months but I feel like he hasn’t gone for good, but will be coming back. I see and hear things that I want to share with him. Ah well, maybe I’ll tell him when I see him, but by then, earthly things won’t interest him. All he’ll wanna do is praise the Lord all day long.
