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On one of those particular days not long ago I encountered a delightful gentleman who proceeded to tell me how he grew up here in the Thirties and went off to fight in the Korean War. Upon returning, he moved to the Atlanta area in search of making a living. There, he and his wife raised four children, and upon retiring, returned to Clay County.
Once settled in, he and his wife decided to explore America. They felt the only fair way to visit every state was to begin with the first letter of the alphabet and proceed from there. He proved to have a wealth of knowledge, informing me of places I needed to visit and what I must be sure to do when I got there. I felt like I was listening to the Jacques Cousteau of the states.
As we were parting he added, "Oh, I'm just a simple man" to my response to his wealth of information. He followed with, "If you're
ever in our neighborhood be sure
to stop over and have a cup of lemonade." This is what makes Clay County one of the best places to live in my book.
Well, as things would turn out, that very evening my dear, sweet, wonderful husband and I were out walking the town square after a fine meal. Earlier I had just had my hair cut and I couldn't wait any longer for the compliment.
"Notice anything different?" I casually asked.
"New dress?" he replied.
"I don't think so dear," I said.
After checking me out and giving me the deer-in-the-headlight look, he responded with "I'm just a simple man."
By this time I wondered whether God was trying to tell me something. I know sometimes my memory doesn't always function at top performance, but how can my husband, with almost 20 years of education, who's also raised four children and who is almost impossible to beat at Scrabble, be a simple man? My dictionary says "simple" is defined as "not complex, easy to solve or understand, innocent, lacking significance, showing little sense, person of humble position."
As far as I'm concerned, these "simple" men are complex, not easy to understand and very significant to us red-blooded females. Psalm 139 says that they're fearfully and wonderfully made and I say amen to that. Maybe, just maybe, could they be trying to empower us females? If so, I say to all you simple men out there, "We'll keep your secret. Even if we don't believe it."
Happy Father's Day.
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