Could any man have a son like I do? My car warranties ran out, though the salesman had talked me into a few. What does my business man son say? “Don’t worry, Dad; I’ll take care of the repairs you can’t handle.”
He’s not bragging. He is able. I remember him as a scout. He played pranks on the other boys, but I had to curtail it. After all, he was the scoutmaster’s son, and that should not give him any privileges. He took it amicably, but who dared dream he would turn out as responsibly as he?
God grant everyone a response like his. God has the last laugh, and we, after all, are the beneficiaries. Thank you, God.
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