Thanking God for Past and Present

Today when I was splitting some firewood and bringing it to the porch it dawned on me that this must be "the last hole." When the boys were all home (before they grew up and moved away—far far away) we played a lot of frisbee golf in the front yard. Trees, rocks, bushes, the swing set, and the little ditch beside the porch—these were the holes. Over the years the course has changed somewhat. The rosemary grew over the rocks. The swingset is now on the south side of the house holding a bird feeder instead of swings. The big oak fell down one storm. We had the oak that was the last hole and the driveway pine tree cut down during the winter of 2019.

I brought some of the last hole oak to add to the fire and said a prayer of thanks. Thanks for all the fun times the four of us had together playing frisbee golf, and thanks for the firewood to warm the house on this cold spring day.

Today I also found by the shed an old flattened chewed up water bottle and gave thanks for the great fun Molly our dog was. She loved to grab a plastic water bottle and race back and forth across the hill with it, tossing it up and catching it as she went. And when she was close enough for me to make a move for it, it was a fun game of keep away that she always won. Such energy. Such enthusiasm.