Many years ago, the best friend I have ever had, Bob Lowe, did kind of an amazing thing for us. We had four children and we needed beds. In particular, we needed bunk beds. Bob built us bunk beds. I am not sure what year we got them, but it was around 1995, after our last child was born. We have moved twice since then, taking them along and using them.
Today, my son-in-law took the bunk beds for my granddaughters. With only one child left at home (and one in college), we no longer need them. Taking them apart to move reminded me how well they were made. In all the years of use, they have never slipped or broken or required any kind of care at all. They have been perfect for us.
This is what friendship is about. It is not just about doing good, but about doing it well. Bob made these beds so well that, in all the years, I have never seen as good a set anywhere. They will last for many, many more years. He made them well.
I wonder, sometimes, about my own services to others. How well do I serve my wife and my children? How well do I serve my brothers? How often have I done "just enough" to feel good about myself, but not enough to really make someone's life really better?
Bob is the best friend I have ever had, for reasons far too numerous to mention here. He is not my friend because he made bunk beds. He made bunk beds because he is my friend. He made them well. He made them for me. He made them with love and good craftsmanship.
May I do the same in all the things I do for others.
Today, my son-in-law took the bunk beds for my granddaughters. With only one child left at home (and one in college), we no longer need them. Taking them apart to move reminded me how well they were made. In all the years of use, they have never slipped or broken or required any kind of care at all. They have been perfect for us.
This is what friendship is about. It is not just about doing good, but about doing it well. Bob made these beds so well that, in all the years, I have never seen as good a set anywhere. They will last for many, many more years. He made them well.
I wonder, sometimes, about my own services to others. How well do I serve my wife and my children? How well do I serve my brothers? How often have I done "just enough" to feel good about myself, but not enough to really make someone's life really better?
Bob is the best friend I have ever had, for reasons far too numerous to mention here. He is not my friend because he made bunk beds. He made bunk beds because he is my friend. He made them well. He made them for me. He made them with love and good craftsmanship.
May I do the same in all the things I do for others.