Early Saturday morning during our porch party my husband said, “I’m building a fence today.”
“Sounds like a huge project. Bet it takes you lots of Saturdays.”
“No it won’t. Thomas is helping me.” (Thomas is our 24-year-old son.)
Look at that pile of boards.
Later that morning, I brought them some ice-water and saw Thomas digging holes.
Like a man.
Wearing big work boots.
With post-hole diggers and everything.
Sudden sweetness came.
When did my little boy become a man?
When did he learn to build fences and dig holes and drive nails?
Where was I?
How did I miss it?
They’d been working about an hour when I left to get groceries. Still, I doubted they’d finish their job in one day.
By the time I got home, they were at the halfway point.
“Wow! Y’all, it looks incredible! We have a real fence now!”
Watching them work, I remembered something that happened years ago.
Thomas must’ve been ten.
He was pitching in a Little League baseball game. They were losing.
No matter what kind of pitch he threw, they hit it. He started holding his arm and said it hurt. He wanted to sit out the rest of the game.
His daddy felt his right arm. His pitching arm. Then he patted him on the head and left him at the plate.
What? What are you doing?!
Take him out! Let him rest! He’s hurt!
Get him something cool to drink. He can sit in my lap.
We argued about it the night it happened. “I can’t believe you made him play!”
“Julie, there was nothing wrong with his arm. He was scared. They were losing. I saw it in his eyes.”
“There’s no way you–”
“You don’t quit when life gets tough. You dig deep and keep going.” Click to Tweet
Maybe my boy became a man years ago–the day his daddy wouldn’t let him quit.
P.S. Our fence was done around two o’clock.
Don’t be afraid. I am with you. Don’t tremble with fear. I am your God. I will make you strong. Isaiah 41:10 CEV Click to Tweet
Was there a moment when you almost quit but didn’t?
Who encouraged you to dig deep?
Do you need prayer today? Do you feel like giving up?