These may look like harmless rolls of wire mesh, but when stretched out, waiting for concrete to pour, wire mesh becomes my heartless enemy.
Our love-hate relationship goes back a long way. Many decades ago we came to an agreement:
If I don’t walk on wire mesh then
wire mesh won’t trip me.
Well folks, today I was in a hurry and convinced myself that
I could do it. I could walk across the prepped driveway without getting tangled up in it. The wire mesh lay there calmly stretched out, only a few small humps and bumps here and there. It was almost quietly encouraging me.
Ignoring the still small voice shouting in my ear “don’t do it!”
I placed the ball of my foot
on the wire mesh itself (not inside the square) and haltingly made it across. Smiling with relief as I stepped out of the potential trap I chided the small voice inside “see, I can do it”. Job-site information was gathered then I headed back to my truck.
As I went to step across the form and onto the wire mesh the still small voice said “walk around, don’t do it!” But again I ignored the voice. My recent crossing victory had me feeling confident. Then my phone rang.
And ignorantly I answered it and kept walking. Wire mesh saw an opportunity in this distraction. My steps were no longer careful. One step inside a square and wire mesh grabbed my toe. Turning me end over elbow.
As I heard that still voice inside me say “I told you so.”
“Only my pride was injured in the filming of this real life episode.”
He teacheth my hands to war, so that a bow of steel is broken by mine arms.
Psalm 18:34 (KJV)
Accountability is one thing that can make the difference between being good or being unstoppable; as an individual or as a business. The newest generation of the workforce was not taught accountability. They are ignorant of how important it is. Their ignorance makes growing a successful company more difficult than it should be. And it makes retirement a target I long for.
A dynamic person
Can be fragile
Like a butterfly
Careful not to transform
They can be fragile
Like a bomb
In an early tomb
I have known both kinds
I am both kinds
And the truth is
There is a very small fraction
Of time and space
Dear Heavenly Father,
Happy Father’s Day!
It may seem silly to some that I chose to include You in the celebration of this national holiday. The world has gotten so good at trying to exclude You from all things, please for give us for allowing even the discussion of Your exclusion to occur. Thank You for Your grace and Mercy; Your love; Your generosity; Your Word and it’s interpretation through the Bible; Your Holy Spirit dwelling in me and anyone who believes.
You have lifted me out of dark places so many times, given me hope when it seemed like all was lost, comforted me, made me laugh, and filled my heart with unspeakable joy. You have shown me that what is Yours is mine, if I believe.
Help me Lord, show me how to make You smile, show me how to fill Your heart with joy.
I love You so very much.
Please help me to remember that my words can either plant gardens or burn down forests and help me chose wisely, which one to do. Amen