Last fall, we were sort of amoeba-ing down the sidewalk, four tired people struggling to fill a day with something other than struggle. Not 200 yards (or 16 hours) into our progress towards a playground, my son spotted a derelict, metal, toy ride-on tractor from the 1960s in the weeds beside a residential driveway. [GAME OVER]
We know shit happens. Bumper stickers tell us so. This story assures us grace happens too! So love how it shows up in a kind stranger. On grace: “…all good things—trout as well as eternal salvation—come by grace and grace comes by art and art does not come easy.” (Norman Maclean)
Oh My GLORY! Our world can't be a total loss just yet when such brilliantly sensitive and perceptive strangers (and friends) still walk upon the earth...and we have Moms who keep trying to "get it right." ❤️
We know shit happens. Bumper stickers tell us so. This story assures us grace happens too! So love how it shows up in a kind stranger. On grace: “…all good things—trout as well as eternal salvation—come by grace and grace comes by art and art does not come easy.” (Norman Maclean)
I’ll be carrying these hilarious and poignant images in my heart forever.
Life is so complicated at times! Wonderful story. Yay for the man.
Oh My GLORY! Our world can't be a total loss just yet when such brilliantly sensitive and perceptive strangers (and friends) still walk upon the earth...and we have Moms who keep trying to "get it right." ❤️