“Look Honey, cattails!”
That’s all it took for my dad to stop the car, get out his pocket knife, and traipse down into the ditch to collect some cattails for my mom. He would climb back up the bank with a big handful clutched in his farmer hands.
They both smiled all the way home.
My dad loved to see Mom smile and so time and time again he would stop the car, without being asked, when he spotted them.
It all came back to me last week. We had been frantically looking for a house. Our moving day was just three weeks away. We were scheduled to see two more houses. One we had seen before and although not right we thought we could somehow make it work. Our son-in-law had pointed the second one out to us and we were hoping it would be a better fit.
After puzzling at the first house we moved on to house number two. We went through the front door. My husband continued on through the house while my daughter, Anna, and I stood in the entryway. We looked here and there without moving from the spot. Finally Anna said, “Well, I don’t have to see anymore. This is it.” I agreed. It felt like home. We decided to move from room to room. Nothing surprised or disappointed us. We found what we were expecting to find in each room, only more.
If there was any doubt, it was completely removed when coming through the kitchen I looked out the window.
There on the lot line was a ditch…with cattails.
I smiled all the way home.
“You have given him his heart’s desire, And You have not withheld the request of his lips. For you meet him with the blessings of good things;” Psalm 21:1-2a