Today we hosted our first ever garage sale. We drew an interesting crowd with unusual questions and comments. Prominent signs displayed that all of our proceeds are going to help people in Costa Rica.
"Do you have any guns, 22's, empty shell casings, any hunting supplies at all or any magnums?"
Me: Yes, right over in the baby section. Oh wait, where did that section go? I guess we're clean out.
"Do you have any swing sets?" She asked surveying our driveway.
Me: Yes, several in that tiny box right there on the corner.
"Do you have any broken lap tops?"
"Any working ones?"
Me: Several, but they aren't for sale.
"Do you have any cosmetic jewelry broken or otherwise?"
Me: We've got a whole box of otherwise, but I don't think there is any jewelry in there.
"Why should I help the children of Costa Rica?" He bellowed.
My son: Because I'm going on a mission trip, we are running a Bible camp and helping less fortunate children.
"I think they should help themselves," he said as he walked off without putting a dime in the contributions box.
It made me feel like we should pray for him. So I prayed:
I pray your brakes go out runnin’ down a hill
I pray a flowerpot falls from a window sill and knocks you in the head like I’d like to
I pray your birthday comes and nobody calls
I pray you’re flyin’ high when your engine stalls
I pray all your dreams never come true
Just know whereever you are, near or far, I pray for you
From "I Pray For You," by Jaron and the Long Road to Love
; ) Okay, we didn't do that. But we wanted to.