Todd sat slouched over on his bed. The weather outside seemed especially dismal, and couldn’t have been helping the rescue efforts. His eyes were glazed over and he reached up to wipe
the sweat from his wrinkled brow. What now? Todd’s thoughts were travelling as slow as honey and he struggled to make himself do anything. His frozen mind was caught up in
something. What is it? What am I missing? He wearily picked up his hand and traced its crinkled lines with his fingernail. He was young and yet his hands were already as creased as an old
man’s. What was it that his dad had told him? “Your hands tell you if you have worked hard in life. If they are as creased and calloused as a mountain range, then you done good. But, if they are
soft like butter, well you better get to work.” Todd snorted in amusement as he remembered the other little sayings of his dad. “Do what makes you happy. If you aren’t happy, change your situation because, after all, isn’t that what life’s about. To make you happy?” His eyebrows
joined together and arched slightly. His upper lip raised in disgust. Selfish old man.
Yet, I still love him. Todd decided what had to be done and decisively planted his feet on
the floor. If God gave me grace, then I guess he deserves it to.