I was getting ready to close the garage door. I was done for the day. As I turned, I saw the old truck take a bow! The last time that cab was off that frame was 1954. There it was, off the frame, and hanging from the rafters with a forward lean. When I found her she had been stuck under a tree on a windy Kansas hill, abandoned to the elements. I laughed as I thought how it looked like an old reliable friend who, after folding her hands, was slightly bowing in deep respect and gratitude for a small favor. Is the old truck thankful for the opportunity of a better life? Thankfulness! Wow! There is an old idea that could use restoration! I closed the garage door, shut off the lights, and went home wondering about ‘thankfulness.’ To whom do I owe an old fashioned, “thank you?”
We give thanks to you, O God; we give thanks, for your name is near. We recount your wondrous deeds. Psalms 75:1 (ESV)
