Is it a Mr. Bendo picture frame so a person in the picture is bent slightly and able to see if his shoe is untied? Perhaps. Could it be a bedside Phantom Zone frame where Krypton big-wig, Jor-El, keeps the Bumpuses’ hounds after they ransacked the house and ate his wife’s deep-fried teklon, the one she’d made for Christmas supper? (yes, Kryptonians need a savior, too) Maybe. Or is it another fashionable picture frame from Whoknowswhereville, Indiana? Probably. It’s not that The Purging Lutheran and My Sweet Rib donut like pictures but everyone keeps changing as they get older. I get a little more rounder at the equator and lose more forest on top. MSR keeps getting prettier by the minute. The Lad runs and hides when a camera shows up thinking we’re trying to steal his soul (not true, by the way). And Our Marta is in Chicago, way too far away to take a picture of her. So by the time we gather for picture fun and receive copies … well, it’s just not the same family. How do I describe my family? Here …
1 Corinthians 13:7
Love never gives up,
never loses faith,
is always hopeful,
and endures through every circumstance.
If I didn’t have this, I’d have nothing.
So, the picture frame went unused by us and most likely has made its way to a nice, cozy family with many smiles and pleasant sighs to share. Good for them. And good for you if that’s what you have.
I love you.
Proverbs 10:7 The memory of the righteous is blessed, But the name of the wicked will rot.