And that ye study to be quiet, and to do your own business, and to work with your own hands, as we commanded you; (4:11)
Javier loved building projects like this. They were when he thought of his father the most, fondly remembering the man who had taught him what had proved to be an invaluable skill and the days during which he had done so. Those had been good times, simpler times when he had been an innocent, happy little kid growing up in Mexico. And surrounded by the skeleton of the Mitchells' shed, alone while Adam Mitchell was out eating lunch with some friends, was a great place to remember those times.
Javier smiled, remembering the man who had generally possessed the patience of a saint when dealing with his three sons.
As a child, Javier had been an endless chatterbox. It had been his father who had taught him to embrace the calming silence of a day like today instead of trying to add noise to it. The elder Martinez had helped him realize that it was days like today that was the best for spending a day in quiet meditation and maybe even singing, drawing a little bit closer to the God that they both loved.
It was his father who had taught him the value of working hard, earning your keep or your paycheck, and giving yourself a real reason to sleep well at night. After a day of hard work, it hadn't taken Javier long to figure out that it was hard to keep your eyes open. And as a teenager that had meant that he hadn't been able to get into trouble like some of his friends had been getting into.
At the time, he hadn't really appreciated his father for what he had been trying to teach his son, but now, looking back, he loved him all the more for it.
The first chapter of an eleven chapter endeavor centered around eleven verses in 1 Thessalonians. Reviews make my day; thanks!:)