God’s Refrigerator

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I remember coming home from work and there was my son James, lying on his stomach in the living room. He was surrounded by crayons and pieces of paper.

“What are you doing, son?”

“I’m working,” he said resolutely, his tongue pushed toward his cheek with a look of intensity that meant business. “Really hard.”

Twenty minutes later he produced an elaborately colored picture. “I used every crayon,” he announced. “Do you like it?”

“Of course I do,” I said, surveying the elaborate details of the labor of love. “It’s the best!

“Do you see Josh?” referring to his baby brother. The little oblong circle with four sticks coming out of him looked like a turtle, but I could see the impressionist artist within.

“And I drew you and mommy, too,” he said proudly.

In the picture, my wife had flowing blue hair that reached to the ground with a radiant wardrobe, rich in color and detail.

But I didn’t get the same grand treatment. I looked more like the family pet, standing on his hind legs. I even had floppy ears.

But none of that mattered. It was a work of art and it was going on the refrigerator…..
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