The Horn of My Ute (Ex 39/ 89)

I had to use the horn on the ute today.
Not an emergency or anything. Just a friendly "hello" toot.
It was embarrassing.
It had less oomph then the last breath of an asthmatic duck.
Not even a beep.
Just a be..................pthhhhhh.
Sadly I did it twice just in case I hit the spot wrong.
I didn't.
It wasn't a very manly sound.
Unless it was a man blowing one of those party blowy things that was broken and underwater and he farted at the same time.
That's it.
My ute's horn sounded like a duck fart.
A duck on a high fibre diet.
Can I use that word?
It's a bit risque.
I don't think I've used it around here before....
Ok, just this once.
You won't see the word "duck" used again.
Here.
Today.

Exodus 39
They made thread out of beaten gold leaf!
No extrusion here.
Wow that must be hard.
The terms "in skilled design", " skillfully woven", "in skilled work", "it was square", attest to the abilities of those craftsmen.
These are the clothes for the priests, God's direct representatives to the people.
They needed to be fine.
They needed to be magnificent.
They couldn't be shabby.
Or sort of okayish.
They were perfect.
Moses thought so.
God thought so.
The people were blessed.
God wants our best.
If we do our best, then it is perfect.
Notice the "our best" bit.
It may be THE best. It may not.
But it does need to be OUR best.
Others may not know.
But God will.
You will too.