What you do in your house is worth as much as if you did it up in heaven for our Lord God. We should accustom ourselves to think of our position and work as sacred and well-pleasing to God, not on account of the position and work, but on account of the word and faith from which the obedience and the work flow. ~ Martin Luther

Thursday, December 11, 2008

Once upon a time, there was a boy



A boy who enjoyed rebuilding an old stonewall more than partying,
who chose to work on surrounding dairyfarms rather than play football,
who spent his money and his time on tractor pursuits instead of female pursuits.



This boy grew into a man. My own.

When he was in highschool, Matt saved up and bought himself a tractor to restore. Which he worked on in the spare moments that weren't spent in school, earning the honor of Eagle Scout, building a Stone wall, marching in band, and working on dairy farms.

He was a productive little buggar, my Mattie.

He did a good job too. More than a decade later, his green and yellow sheetmetal still shines, a prize trophy of his hardwork those days long ago. But there it sat. Quiet. Cold. Covered with an old sliding barn door. Still.



Matt made the decision to sell it recently. A man decision, not one made by a boy. A boy would still want that trophy-but the man saw more important matters needed tending to. The boy would see the glisten of green and hear the "Pop Pop" of the engine and not want to part with it. The man saw only a lifeless, still piece of equipment.

The man chose to close a chapter in his book and write a new one. He chose to say goodbye to a piece of his past that was still and silent, in order to open up for his family a working, usable future.

He was proud of his decision, and I was incredibly proud of him. But still, it was hard for me to see it go-to see that piece of his childhood drive off to start a new chapter in someone elses' life.

Thankfully, not so for Matt.

Now, what exactly did the selling of his John Deere provide for our future? THAT, my friends, will have to be shared another day.

But it's Big news.
That makes me feel all warm and toasty inside.

(And Matt, too.)



Thank you Mattie, for providing so well for your family.

You bless us with your wisdom and by the strength of your hands.
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5 comments:

Heather K said...

What a wonderful post full of honour for your hubby Matt. :) It says alot about your character...I love to read this rather than the complaints some write of their man...way to go Rebecca!

Tracy said...

Rebecca, I LOVE how you gush over your husband! You are a wonderful example to many!

Els said...

Is it black instead of green?
Like mine?

Mrs. Bonnie said...

Oooh, I think I have a good guess too. And if its what I think it is, you will love having it. We haven't used ours yet this year, but B. says we will after the first of the year.
HA! I may have finally figured out one of your cliff hangers!

Michelle said...

Good goin' Matt. I am proud of you, too, and I am not even in your family. :)

You did a very nice job on that tractor. I never saw it in real life, but it is a beauty!