A Blessed Evening

His little brother talks him into a quick round of some X-Box game, and they head to the television as Sam closes his book bag and sets it by the door.

The air blowing through the front screen door is cool and the dog dozes there, his massive 110-pound frame stretched across the threshold.

I sit down at the computer to knock out a few emails for work tomorrow and peck away at a few essays for upcoming blogs.

I open an email from our pastor. He gives me the song list for Sunday (I play drums in the church band) and reminds me to tell the grandchildren that there will be a Harvest Festival after church.

This will dovetail well into a nice fall afternoon. They all come over every Sunday for pasta and Browns football anyway, and this will give the little ones something to do before wrapping up their weekend and starting the same routine on Monday.

The same blessed routine on Monday.

I consider the others I share this planet with. Those without homes, without jobs, without family, without the strength that can only be gleaned through the love of others, and I bow my head and thank God for my own blessed existence this day and this night.

Tomorrow there will be bills to pay and dollars to stretch, problems to solve – hopefully not too big. But chances are good at the moment that all I have to be sure to do tomorrow is get that tire fixed.

Amen.

Ron Ciancutti is the Purchasing Manager for Cleveland Metroparks. He is not on Facebook, but he can be reached at rdc@clevelandmetroparks.com.

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  1. Brother, Life IS good!

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