Good evening to everyone. Grace and Peace be with you.
My apologies for not posting this morning. Our house got too hot last night, so we did not sleep well. We had an early start, and when I got home from breakfast with my son-in-law, I mowed our fairly large yard. The yard itself took around three hours, and afterwards I had to see if I could plug the shower with all the yard that had blown into my shirt and glued itself to my skin. By then, it was time to start dinner and chill out for a little bit with the hubby.
Now, the upside to me posting at night … I have content, fairly alive content that I have not been able to forget through sleeping or weird dreams distorting it. Hang on to your hats, here we go!
As I stated, I mowed our yard today. We have somewhere in the neighborhood of three acres, but trust me, it feels like a lot more. Though the temperature and the wind were manageable when I started, by the time I got to the back forty … the wind had kicked up considerably. I was not overly concerned, since the wind had been a factor the last two times I mowed, and I really did not give it much thought, except that it was keeping me cool. (Remember that last sentence.) When I started to get closer to the back part of the property, I found myself fighting to keep the blades of cut grass or dust particles out of my left eye. <not sure why my left eye was a dirt magnet> If I turned the mower around by going right … a huge waft of cut whatever blew up into my face; however, if I turned around by going left, not so much. Needless to say, I have some very interesting donuts on my back property. Once I finished that portion of the yard, I put the mower away and then headed to the house. I was convinced that most of the cut yard was on me somewhere. (I was right.)
In the shower, it came to me and then later confirmed when I was listening to the book of Job. How many times are we going about our merry way and something blows up in our face? We are on the path, the task, the job, the interview … the whatever … thinking we are doing well and BOOM. All kinds of stuff blow into our line of sight, and now we are trying to get the dirt out so that we can see to continue straight. We spend all kinds of time trying to get our eyes to blink to wash out the foreign objects. We play around with the direction to see if we can avoid the huge clouds. We take a time out and look into the wind to get the air to create tears to wash the garbage out of our eyes. Once we get a little bit of vision back, we proceed and finish what we started. When I consistently figured out that I needed to turn one way, to get less blowback in my face, I made it a point to turn that way.
My yard looks beautiful. My drain is not clogged. I smell fantastic. My eyes are working just marvelously.
In hindsight, I should have recognized that maybe I should have waited for the wind to die down before moving into that area. That grass, though not tall, had last week’s trimmings, which had been quite tall when we mowed. That was the grass storm billowing into my face …
Two things I learned about myself today … I am a stubborn cuss that won't even listen to common sense from myself … and … I won't mow that part at least, in the gale force winds of Benton County without a full-face motorcycle helmet to keep the trimmings out of my eyes.
In our daily walks, there will be challenges that we must face. We must make decisions and either reap the reward or suffer the consequences. In either case … we learn about ourselves and what we can do … and survive … plus what we can do and maybe make a different choice next time. The nice thing is that no matter which option we pick, He is always with us and there to comfort us.
Be blessed.
**So we fix our eyes not on what is seen, but on what is unseen, since what is seen is temporary, but what is unseen is eternal. – 2 Corinthians 4:18
My apologies for not posting this morning. Our house got too hot last night, so we did not sleep well. We had an early start, and when I got home from breakfast with my son-in-law, I mowed our fairly large yard. The yard itself took around three hours, and afterwards I had to see if I could plug the shower with all the yard that had blown into my shirt and glued itself to my skin. By then, it was time to start dinner and chill out for a little bit with the hubby.
Now, the upside to me posting at night … I have content, fairly alive content that I have not been able to forget through sleeping or weird dreams distorting it. Hang on to your hats, here we go!
As I stated, I mowed our yard today. We have somewhere in the neighborhood of three acres, but trust me, it feels like a lot more. Though the temperature and the wind were manageable when I started, by the time I got to the back forty … the wind had kicked up considerably. I was not overly concerned, since the wind had been a factor the last two times I mowed, and I really did not give it much thought, except that it was keeping me cool. (Remember that last sentence.) When I started to get closer to the back part of the property, I found myself fighting to keep the blades of cut grass or dust particles out of my left eye. <not sure why my left eye was a dirt magnet> If I turned the mower around by going right … a huge waft of cut whatever blew up into my face; however, if I turned around by going left, not so much. Needless to say, I have some very interesting donuts on my back property. Once I finished that portion of the yard, I put the mower away and then headed to the house. I was convinced that most of the cut yard was on me somewhere. (I was right.)
In the shower, it came to me and then later confirmed when I was listening to the book of Job. How many times are we going about our merry way and something blows up in our face? We are on the path, the task, the job, the interview … the whatever … thinking we are doing well and BOOM. All kinds of stuff blow into our line of sight, and now we are trying to get the dirt out so that we can see to continue straight. We spend all kinds of time trying to get our eyes to blink to wash out the foreign objects. We play around with the direction to see if we can avoid the huge clouds. We take a time out and look into the wind to get the air to create tears to wash the garbage out of our eyes. Once we get a little bit of vision back, we proceed and finish what we started. When I consistently figured out that I needed to turn one way, to get less blowback in my face, I made it a point to turn that way.
My yard looks beautiful. My drain is not clogged. I smell fantastic. My eyes are working just marvelously.
In hindsight, I should have recognized that maybe I should have waited for the wind to die down before moving into that area. That grass, though not tall, had last week’s trimmings, which had been quite tall when we mowed. That was the grass storm billowing into my face …
Two things I learned about myself today … I am a stubborn cuss that won't even listen to common sense from myself … and … I won't mow that part at least, in the gale force winds of Benton County without a full-face motorcycle helmet to keep the trimmings out of my eyes.
In our daily walks, there will be challenges that we must face. We must make decisions and either reap the reward or suffer the consequences. In either case … we learn about ourselves and what we can do … and survive … plus what we can do and maybe make a different choice next time. The nice thing is that no matter which option we pick, He is always with us and there to comfort us.
Be blessed.
**So we fix our eyes not on what is seen, but on what is unseen, since what is seen is temporary, but what is unseen is eternal. – 2 Corinthians 4:18
Good evening to everyone. Grace and Peace be with you.
My apologies for not posting this morning. Our house got too hot last night, so we did not sleep well. We had an early start, and when I got home from breakfast with my son-in-law, I mowed our fairly large yard. The yard itself took around three hours, and afterwards I had to see if I could plug the shower with all the yard that had blown into my shirt and glued itself to my skin. By then, it was time to start dinner and chill out for a little bit with the hubby.
Now, the upside to me posting at night … I have content, fairly alive content that I have not been able to forget through sleeping or weird dreams distorting it. Hang on to your hats, here we go!
As I stated, I mowed our yard today. We have somewhere in the neighborhood of three acres, but trust me, it feels like a lot more. Though the temperature and the wind were manageable when I started, by the time I got to the back forty … the wind had kicked up considerably. I was not overly concerned, since the wind had been a factor the last two times I mowed, and I really did not give it much thought, except that it was keeping me cool. (Remember that last sentence.) When I started to get closer to the back part of the property, I found myself fighting to keep the blades of cut grass or dust particles out of my left eye. <not sure why my left eye was a dirt magnet> If I turned the mower around by going right … a huge waft of cut whatever blew up into my face; however, if I turned around by going left, not so much. Needless to say, I have some very interesting donuts on my back property. Once I finished that portion of the yard, I put the mower away and then headed to the house. I was convinced that most of the cut yard was on me somewhere. (I was right.)
In the shower, it came to me and then later confirmed when I was listening to the book of Job. How many times are we going about our merry way and something blows up in our face? We are on the path, the task, the job, the interview … the whatever … thinking we are doing well and BOOM. All kinds of stuff blow into our line of sight, and now we are trying to get the dirt out so that we can see to continue straight. We spend all kinds of time trying to get our eyes to blink to wash out the foreign objects. We play around with the direction to see if we can avoid the huge clouds. We take a time out and look into the wind to get the air to create tears to wash the garbage out of our eyes. Once we get a little bit of vision back, we proceed and finish what we started. When I consistently figured out that I needed to turn one way, to get less blowback in my face, I made it a point to turn that way.
My yard looks beautiful. My drain is not clogged. I smell fantastic. My eyes are working just marvelously.
In hindsight, I should have recognized that maybe I should have waited for the wind to die down before moving into that area. That grass, though not tall, had last week’s trimmings, which had been quite tall when we mowed. That was the grass storm billowing into my face …
Two things I learned about myself today … I am a stubborn cuss that won't even listen to common sense from myself … and … I won't mow that part at least, in the gale force winds of Benton County without a full-face motorcycle helmet to keep the trimmings out of my eyes.
In our daily walks, there will be challenges that we must face. We must make decisions and either reap the reward or suffer the consequences. In either case … we learn about ourselves and what we can do … and survive … plus what we can do and maybe make a different choice next time. The nice thing is that no matter which option we pick, He is always with us and there to comfort us.
Be blessed.
**So we fix our eyes not on what is seen, but on what is unseen, since what is seen is temporary, but what is unseen is eternal. – 2 Corinthians 4:18
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