Last Father’s Day, I got a tent from my children. I thought that I had better get it out of the box before THIS Father’s Day rolls around, or I might not get another gift (ha, ha!). So, last Friday, I planned to camp out (in the back yead) with two of my grandsons, Bennett (12) and Greyson (9). I picked them up after Bennett’s football practice, ate supper at Chick fil-A, and got home about 8:30 pm. I turned on the outside lights and we started to set up the tent. Setting up a tent was much more complicated than I thought. It had five different fiberglass poles (3 different sizes), a canopy, and various stakes, sleeves, and ropes. After following the directions (obviously written by a Chinese worker who a knew a few English words), we got the tent up about 11 pm. We finally got to bed on our sleeping bags about midnight. I felt every rock and pinecone under the tent but managed to sleep a few hours. At daylight, we got up, built a campfire and had left-over pizza and cokes for breakfast (don’t tell their parents). I’m not sure why we needed a campfire. We just did. After breakfast, we went shopping for Legos and Hot Wheels at the flea market, another lunch at Chick fil-A, and a trip to Bass Pro Shop. After a balanced supper at McDonald’s, I got the boys home at 8 pm. I was tired but pleased that I had survived. Hey, I want to make memories for my grandsons. Memories of a man who loved God and loved them. David said in Psalm 127:3, “Lo, children are an heritage of the LORD: and the fruit of the womb is his reward.” Our children and grandchildren are loaned to us from God for just a few years, and I cherish each moment. They go by so fast.
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