The Old Clothesline

[363 words] My daddy was a man of many talents. He thawed frozen water pipes under the house during the winter, repaired bicycles, house fans, was a great cook and even overhauled a car engine in our drive-way. When I was old enough, my job was to always hold the flashlight, carry the toolbox, or just talk to him while he was working on something. I wished I would have spent more time listening and being patient while he talked. One of the last projects we did together was putting up a little clothesline in our backyard a few months before he passed away. In typical fashion, he constructed everything correctly from pouring the cement in the right spot, to making sure the measurements were accurate. The lines were just the right height for him and momma.   Way before I knew any Scripture or understood the love of Jesus…