“Absence is to love what wind is to fire;
it extinguishes the small, it inflames the great.”
Roger de Bussy-Rabutin
We were on a mission.
The Mayor was in need…
In need of a ball.
And not just any ball would do.
It needed to be a big ball.
Something to lift,
And so a trip to Target (pronounced as Targé) was first on the day’s docket.
Up and down the aisles we looked.
We were searching high and low,
fearful our quest may be in vain.
We found golf balls, tennis balls, soccer balls, footballs, baseballs,
softballs, nerf balls…
Then finally, as patience was beginning to wane, we stumbled upon a giant end-cap
metal bin containing three lone summertime blue balls…all marked clearance.
And out of the 3 large blue balls, it was the blue ball on the bottom of the other
two blue balls that was the Mayor’s ball of choice.
Of course, it was.
Once I figured out how to get the giant blue ball out of the bin while moving
the other blue balls out of the way, the Mayor delightfully proceeded to hold the
big blue ball throughout the duration of our jaunt.
We opted for self-checkout.
Everything was going great until I had to “take” the big blue ball from the hands of
the Mayor in order to scan it.
It seems that a rather loud meltdown ensued.
As soon as the ball was scanned and I handed it back to the Mayor, the meltdown
That was until it was time to get the Mayor and the big blue ball in the car…
something that could not have been accomplished simultaneously…
it was a conundrum that bumfuzzled the Mayor’s understanding.
As you can see on the Mayor’s face—the horror of separation was great until
she was finally buckled in and the big blue ball was back where it should be—within her embrace…
The end of our journey…a complete success!
For I am sure that neither death nor life, nor angels nor rulers,
nor things present nor things to come, nor powers, nor height nor depth,
nor anything else in all creation,
will be able to separate us from the love of God in Christ Jesus our Lord.
Romans 8:38-39 ESV