train up a child

As I was ironing today, a scripture came to mind. This is not a post about how doing housework, like ironing, is spiritual or uplifting, because it is not. At all. Ironing is tedious and relentless. Just rude.

I do the ironing in our house, always have. I do it because it isn't all that difficult (just annoying) and it feels like something I've just always known how to do. But as I hung up shirt after freshly pressed shirt this morning, I realized that this isn't something I've always known how to do. It is something someone taught me. And that someone is gone. Gone from this life to the next.

I am grateful for a father who taught me a lot. A lot more than just ironing.

Train up a child in the way he should go: and when he is old, he will not depart from it. Proverbs 22:6