There's nothing quite like waiting for the final verdict.
If you've ever been measured you know what I mean.
it's why as kids we stood in the the doorway straight and tall, trying to distract our parent's as they measured us, with bold defense of our shod feet. "Shoes don't matter," we said. But the reason we were wearing them was because we knew quite well that they did.
It's why we go up with a tennis ball instead of a basketball when measuring our ability to dunk. We just want to say, "I can dunk." No one ever asks, "Dunk what?"
It's why we suck it in when our waist is measured for new pants.
And it's why Aaron and Tracy, soon-to-be-wed-and-madly-in-love, hold each other as they wait for Papaw to add up their scores and declare a winner in a recent game of Chicken Foot.
No one knows what the Score-Keeper knows. And when the Score Keeper reveals the final outcome, it's game over. No one asks for a recount when Papaw announces the final verdict.
Why? Because Sheila's Dad's verdict (like his math) is always right.
As we begin the New Year try to remember Someone is keeping score.
A verdict is coming...and it'll be final.
Lamentations 3:59 - Look at the wrong that has been done to me, O Lord. Give me a fair verdict.
What a great picture! It tells the story so well! Tracy is really good at Chicken Foot...who won?
Posted by: Amber Cox | December 30, 2008 at 09:25 AM