Today, I spent a couple hours in the shop. alone, at least physically, and moved the current project, or two, a bit closer to completion. Time alone in the shop has a very different feel in that there is no distraction and it's just me and the wood. The wood just tries to be wood and I try to make the wood become what I would have it be. It's in those times that I catch myself with a realization that there is a presence beyond me and the wood.
Time alone in the shop often gives a sense that I am not alone. There are spiritual visitors that are more apparent than when there are several people working there. Naturally, my father is one of those whose spirit I sense. "What do you think about what I've done with this space that you pretty much considered a private space in which you could escape the world?" is the question that forms in my mind. I would like to believe that Dad is OK with what's going on. He gave it to me and did so with no great reservations or conditions.
It seems the analogy is clear. Our Father in Heaven has gifted all of us. Unquestionably, some have been bequeathed more than others. But all have been entrusted with what the Father entrusts them. As with all that is in my life whether a gift from my earthly father or not, it must be considered a gift from God. Jesus tells us, "To whom much has been given, much will be expected," Being a good steward of that with which we've been entrusted is essential. Hopefully, my father and my Father are pleased with what's happening at "Out of the Woodwork".

I find your words, as your woodworking, offer encouragement that we are not, and don't ever have to be, alone! Your Dad is surely proud of how his inheritance is being used in many ways.
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