Back in the day, mornings were not his thing.
Early classes were taken in spirit, not in body.
And he ended up in a job that had him getting up before 5AM.
For thirty years.
Huh.
I can't balance a checkbook.
Just ask the Wife.
And I was in consumer banking,
a job just oozing with numbers.
For thirty years.
Double huh.
The whole idea of numbers has me pondering and the 1st cup of Elixir is doing the rest.
Addition and subtraction.
Addition.
We all like that.
Most of the time, anyway.
We get more.
More is good. Most of the time. After all, we're American consumers, right.
(My apologies to the international readers for any perceived slight.)
Subtraction.
The Big Take-Away.
Arithmetic that's only good for income taxes and Weight Watchers.
But the Book says that taking away can actually be giving.
Huh.
Maybe that's why He likes subtraction.
I heard a story where a grandpa decided the grandkid was old enough to learn the fine art of whittling.
"Here," the old man said as he handed a block of wood and a pocketknife to the young'un, "Whittle out an elephant."
Since the block of wood had no screen or qwerty board, the kid looked back in bewilderment.
"How am I gonna do that?"
The grandpa sighed as if stating the obvious.
"Just get rid of everything that ain't elephant."
And He wants to see the Son in my block of wood.
So He whittles, taking away everything that ain't Son.
I'm not saying it's fun.
It's uncomfortable.
Sometimes painful.
Tearful, even.
But I'll be something more than I ever thought or dreamed.
Because He loves me enough to whittle away the junk, the dead wood.
So He sees Him when He looks at me.
Huh.
I guess subtraction can add up.
Go figure, eh?