Years ago Anita and I lived in a 150-year old farm house just down the road from where we live now. On one particular winter Monday I was putting rope caulk around the old windows to minimize the cold wind that would blow from the west. Anita was babysitting with little ‘Pete’ (our nickname) Sheeler and he followed me all over. He was constantly asking me questions.

“What’re you doing?” Pete asked.

“Putting caulk in the windows,” I replied.

“Why are you puttin’ caulk in the windows?” he asked again.

“I have to close the cracks to keep the wind out,” I answered.

“Why do you have cracks in your windows?” he continued.

“You always have cracks in an old house,” I replied.

“Why do you live in an old house?” he came back, beginning to frustrate me.

“Because this is the house God gave us,” I answered, thinking the bear mention of God would silence him.

“Why did God give you a cracky house?” he retorted. To which I answered, “I think I hear Anita calling you.”

Tags: children, humor, provision