Psalm 139:14a



"I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made..."



Tuesday, February 18, 2014

A Random Beginning

The sound of the lawnmower was carried throughout the neighborhood. It drowned out the other noises on the block. To me, it was quietness. It was the noise in which I could do my thinking, my dreaming and my seeing. I could only hear one noise when I turned on that mower and the world looked so different when there was no sound to it. It was like watching a movie with no sound, you can make the people say what you want them to say. I was the writer of their script.
The mower died down and the world’s noises flooded back to my ears as I finished up the yard. I looked around at my handiwork. The hedges were neatly trimmed and the grass was even. I took in a deep breath and sighed. It smelled of a job well done.
I packed my gear back up into my battered truck. I loved my truck. It was a deep blue with dents in the fenders and sides. Each one told of a different story of how it came into existence while some hid their story from the world and were left unknown. The inside was my home. I would sit in it for hours dreaming of things the way I wish they were. I would sit in the trunk bed and watch movies on my laptop, my own little cinema. Overall, it was where I was me.