Picnic Treasures

One Saturday, the family decided to ride our bikes down to the park for a picnic. We kind of looked like the Brady Bunch with all eight of us. The two youngest rode on the back of Jer’s and my bike, we put the other four in single file between us.

Whenever we came to a stop, whoever was in front would yell stop, then the next would pass it back, and go as needed. We could see people counting us as we rode by. It was fun to finally be at a point we could do something like this. This particular day was rather overcast but we felt confident the rain would hold off. The park was about three miles away, a long distance for our littlest on his small bike. He had to pedal twice as much as everyone else. We found a secluded area surrounded by bushes and not far from a quiet stream. The blanket was spread and everyone sat down for the peanut butter and jam sandwiches, a main staple in the Womack home. The kids explored in the bushes as Jer and I relaxed. Next thing we knew one of the kids came out of the bushes holding a couple fifty-dollar bills. Shocked, we figured it was probably drug money someone had hid. We saw it as a blessing for our young struggling family and decided to do something we had never done, take the whole family to the movies. Our youngest was two at the time. We bought everyone their own soda and bags of popcorn. Jo was so small that the straw reached his mouth without him having to lean over as he held it between his legs. Jer ended up missing the last part of the movie because all that liquid had to go somewhere, and it did about every fifteen minutes for the next couple hours. He was a trouper to take Jo to the bathroom while the rest of us stayed to watch the end of the movie. Later that night we went out for pizza. Sure, we had pizza before but going out was more expensive. It was a real treat for all of us. We spent ever bit of the one hundred dollars that day. It was a rare treat to splurged. It really did feel like a gift from God to us. There’s a verse in the Bible that says God stores of the wealth of the wicked for the righteous. We got a little taste of that.