Hi. It’s been a minute, or two, or three… This week I’ve been working on a yard DIY project, a paver and stone walkway. I cleared the path by removing the old walkway and edging the grass to accommodate the new pavers. Of course, the path has to be flat and level. I tested it with a paver. It was pretty flat, except for the edges. When I was working on it this morning I discovered the reason why. You see, the shovel that I used is not completely flat. The edges are curved. Shovel with curved edges, well, you get ground with curved edges. That reminded me of a poem I wrote more than twenty years ago. I went looking for it and reread it. The experience with my shovel reminded me that I need to take a closer look at the tools that I am using every day, today and tomorrow, and how I am using them. After all, the tools that I use in life will dictate the path that I take (how about that for a segue…wink wink).

Here is My Little Toolbox:

I have a little toolbox, with everything I need
I carry it wherever I go, wherever life will lead
My toolbox never fails me, it always helps me through
So many of life's problems, when I don't even have a clue

Whenever I'm in trouble, I search for the right tool
For me to look outside my box, makes me nothing but a fool
I look until I find it, because I know it must be there
I know that when I find it, the answer will be clear

Sometimes I use my toolbox, to help someone in need
No matter who they are, no matter their faith or creed
Sometimes the tools I use, are frowned upon by others
But that's OK by me, for they still are my brothers

The more I use my toolbox, the more I understand
That on my own I can do nothing, without God's helping hand
I know that with my toolbox, all things in life are possible
Because the tools are God's words, and my toolbox is the Bible