It gave a bright blue flash, made a loud crack and gave up the ghost.
We can’t really complain, it’s been with us thirty years. How do I know this? It was a wedding present. For one wistful moment we wondered if we shouldn’t give it a respectful burial!
Munching a cold sandwich, I’m reflecting on good memories associated with our deceased toastie-maker, the homes it has been part of, the innumerable lunches and snacks shared with growing family and their friends.
And I’m thankful for love that outlives household appliances.
For the loyal, faithful, patient, understanding, slightly-crazy-at-times-but-ultimately-affirming love we share as a couple and as a family.
And the gracious, forgiving love of the Good Shepherd, Who laid down His life for us, Whose goodness and mercy and lovingkindness ‘pursue’ us all the days of our lives.
His love doesn’t wear out. Like Him, it’s eternal. We who trust in Him will ‘dwell in the house of the Lord forever’! (Ps 23)