Tommy has been analyzing a REALLY cold case: my bicycle was stolen some 30+ years ago. (One of the wheels had stopped turning, and I’d left the bike outside a building and gone in to look for someone to fix it. When I came out, the bike was gone.)
He calls with the news: “I think I know what happened,” he says. The person carried my bike away and fixed it later. We discuss the case. It was unlikely, we decide, that the perpetrator had had the tools to fix the bike on the spot, hence it must have been carried away. But with no bike, DNA or tire tracks . . . .
What most intrigues me is that Tommy is reading a letter I wrote to him in 2012, probably a response to his concern that something of his had disappeared at school. According to Lisa he keeps all my letters, and clearly he keeps them easily accessible.
I find this encouraging. They say that children hear us even when they don’t appear to be listening; Tommy thinks about what I say and what I write to him, and returns to them later for analysis and discussion.
I’d best watch my words!
“Set a guard, O Lord, over my mouth; Keep watch over the door of my lips.” (Psalm 141:3 NKJV)