One day while he was refinishing a dresser in our garage, I said to him, “You know, it seems like doing this kind of stuff is for you what writing is for me. You do it for free, just for the love of it.” I went on to comment on how he learned everything he could about building and creating, how he did it well—not because someone was grading him or evaluating him, but because he loved to see work done well. “You should have been a carpenter. I think you missed the boat with the whole pastoring thing,” I teased. But as most spouses know, sometimes a casual comment takes root in our minds and
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