For ministry this month my team and I along with team Veracity were assigned to do construction work. I was very excited to say the least but to top it off, one of the Ecuadorian’s who came along with us said we were to dig a 2 meter hole in the ground. Needless to say I was ecstatic. I truly mean that too. I like digging holes. And when he said 2 meters that just made it so much better. So basically he said dig a hole to bury yourself standing up. My squad mate Justin helped me start the first two feet and then we had to stop for the day. But come morning I was off like a labrador on caffeine. I was enjoying it so much that I took off my shirt (I don’t take off my shirt in public much). Anyways while digging I almost instantly remembered the last time I dug a hole. My grandpa had asked that I dig a hole for him so he could unplug the runoff tile under the ground. My grandpa grabbed to different shovels and showed me how to properly dig a hole. He had done it all his life so it came easy for him. When I started it took me a bit but eventually I figured out the right method and it became a simple but enjoyable task for me. It was the same in this instance too. I figured out the right method and I just burrowed deep into the ground until I was finished. I was kinda sad that I was done, mostly because I wanted to keep going. It sounds silly to enjoy doing that but I really did. I think though what I really enjoyed was that God had not let me forget how do to do it because of what my grandfather had taught me. Proverbs 1:8 says “Listen, my son, to your father’s instruction and do not forsake your mother’s teaching.” Although it says father, you can insert “grandfather’s instruction” as well. This whole instance made me happy with what I had done, but I think more proud of who my grandpa is. He is a wise man who as my grandmother puts it “would give the shirt off his back for you.” Thanks for being in my life grandpa and I miss you much. I LOVE YOU and can’t wait to see you again.
