Wednesday, April 27, 2011
Little Boys and Pocketknives
My boy is fine -- not enough to do more than clean up and bandage up. He is growing up "all boy" as my Dad would have also said. Runnin' to the creek with a knife in his pocket, big plans in his head and dreams in his heart.
And it makes me smile. This is the boy that faints at the sight of blood and today he didn't. Today he learned what we have been saying since the pocketknife stage entered our house, "It is not a toy. You will have to be careful. These are sharp." Yep. Today he knows..
Sometimes we fall and hurt a little and in the end it is to teach us greater things.
Ecclesiastes 7:8 Better is the end of a thing than the beginning thereof . . .
Today he knows.