and as we walked over to an old pump in the corner of the barn, Joshmotioned to a row of cups on the wall. I found my name neatly lettered on one.
âGrab mine too, will ya?â Josh asked. And I did. We took turns pumping and drinking, and the lumber list fell out of his pocket and onto the dirt floor. As he picked it up I couldnât help but notice what it said at the top of the list.
âExcuse me, Josh,â I said kind of sheepishly. âBut I think that piece of paper in your pocket has my last name on it.â
âYouâre right,â Josh replied. âIt does. Does that surprise you? But youâre not the only Hunt in the world, you know. Besides, Iâve always been very clear about this. When I left, I said that I was going to prepare a place for you. At the time, of course, the âyouâ was plural, but for anyone who answers when I knock on the door of their heart, it becomes singular, a personal promise between us. And I always make good on my promises.â
âYouâre not planning on making good on that promise to me anytime soon, are you?â
âItâs always sooner than anyone thinks,â he said. âBut not now, not today, anyway. That day will come when you least expect it, like a thief in the night.â
Thinking about oneâs own demise is always sobering, and as I sat and contemplated the gravity of his words, I thought how my death might impact the people I loved the most. I wanted to ask for more time, because theyâre not ready yet. To be honest, Iâm not ready yet, and thatâs when I saw it: half buried in the sawdust was a little blue baseball cap with the name âBenâ stitched above the bill.
âThatâs Benâs hat!â I said excitedly.
âYouâre right,â Josh replied. âHe lost it the summer he was seven when the two of you walked up here looking for pirate treasure.â
Memories came flooding back. One cloudy day in July, we packed a couple of peanut butter sandwiches and went exploring. Ben loved adventure, and he and I would often take a hike just to see what we could see. That day he wanted to pretend we werepirates looking for lost gold. When we found that abandoned sawmill, it became our pirate ship for the afternoon.
We climbed up into the loft, swung on a rope that hung from the rafters, and made swords out of some one-bys. I was chasing Ben around, and as he tried to scamper up the ladder, he slipped and fell into the pile of sawdust. It knocked the wind out of him, and for a minute I thought he was really hurt bad. I was relieved when he caught his breath and started crying, but when I walked him back home my mother wasnât very happy with me.
âWhere have you boys been?â she asked. âAnd why is Ben crying?â
Ben told her how he fell off a ladder in an old sawmill, and then she was all over me.
âYouâre supposed to be keeping an eye on him, Sky,â she said in a reprimanding tone. âWhat were you doing in a sawmill? Ben could have been killed or something. I swear, sometimes I wonder what youâre thinking. If you canât keep out of trouble, then maybe you boys better stick around the cottage.â
That afternoon we had to stay inside and play Monopoly with my sister, which to two adventurous boys was just a waste of good daylight.
That night I said to Ben, âIf you want to hang with the big boys, thereâs going to be no crying! Do you understand?â
He nodded that he did, and as far as I knew, Ben never cried again.
Then it hit me. Here I was spending the day with Jesus, and I was lost on a trip down memory lane. What was I thinking? I was about to apologize to him like I do sometimes when my mind starts wandering while Iâm praying, but he spoke before I could.
âWe worked right through lunch. I donât know what I was thinking! Iâm supposed to be keeping an eye on you. I better get you back
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