Teenagers
As the students filed out of the classroom, he called one to his desk.
“Do you drive a green car?” he asked.
“Yes,” she answered, and dropped her eyes. “Why?”
He took a moment, then asked, “Have you been to my mother’s grave?”
She looked up, eyes wide. “Was that your pickup truck?”
“No,” my husband replied. “That was my brother. But, thank you for the red rose you put there.”
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Oh, teenagers.
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Photo: The thinking tree beside Dad and Mom
Lindquist’s grave, with a rose placed by
one of Lane’s students and caregiver to
Estrid
I took a photography excursion today to our church cemetary. It is full of blooms covering headstones hundreds of years old. I took so many gorgeous photos among the dead and I felt His presence with me. That teenager must have a lovely heart. And is this new for you, doing short and simple posts? I like it. You do it well.
2012/03/27 at 7:52 PM
New, as in something I don’t do often? Yes. New, as in something I’ll keep doing? Probably not.
This one just wanted to be told, so I did. The other short pieces you see are actually excerpts I’m pulling from my companion site where I’m chronicling a year of my visits to a monastery. I realized one day that little snippets of those entries could stand by themselves.
At the same time, I’m having trouble getting the time to sit down with a longer piece, but that’s still most definitely my way. I can’t break that habit.
Thanks Shelly. Always good to see you here.
2012/03/27 at 7:55 PM
So. Sweet. God works in people of all ages, why are we so surprised when He does through a teenager?
2012/03/28 at 6:34 AM
What a tender heart. You share these events so well!
2012/03/28 at 6:44 AM
Just one of the many blessings of a small community.
Dad
2012/03/28 at 7:40 AM
Oh, wow! I can’t tell you how glad I am that you shared this story. Somehow, it makes me think of the mockingjays.
2012/03/28 at 9:24 AM
This is lovely. And actually sounds like a lot of teen-agers I’ve known in my LONG life. :>) Always encouraging to be reminded of thoughtfulness anywhere it’s shown. Thank you, Lyla.
2012/03/28 at 1:23 PM
forgot to subscribe to comments…so I must do so again….
2012/03/28 at 1:23 PM
I was not that thoughtful as a teen. I am once again humbled.
2012/03/28 at 8:21 PM
I love sweet surprises like that. Sometimes the beauty of human beings takes my breath away.
2012/03/29 at 9:22 AM
Smiling through tears. So sweet.
2012/03/29 at 1:51 PM