Wednesday I came home to a yard that looked like it had already been mown (mowed?). I wondered if Cody had been by to do his laundry (he does that about once a week now, and if Debbie is here, she is likely to get him out there mowing the grass). And there was a small indicator that Cody had been at work – a strip of tall, un-mown grass right out front. Turns out Debbie had hired a young man who used to live across the street. He was canvassing the neighborhood looking for business, so she paid him to cut our grass and save me the trouble this week. And I really appreciate that. Gave me time to work on a few other things and not worry about the grass.
So now, I’m trying hard to focus on being thankful, and ignore the fact that:
- there are two places where the grass is scalped down to the roots
- the steel anchor for the dog tether is chopped off and must be replaced (which probably put a big dent in his lawnmower blade)
- there’s a tall patch of grass right out front
- the grass is cut so short it’s looking like we had a drought
On the upside, the edges are trimmed and the clippings were blown off the walkways (which Cody never does).
So here I am working hard to focus on being gracious, and thankful that Debbie thought of me. That someone else took care of an icky chore that saved me from another near heat stroke. And remembering all the ways I’ve fallen short and my Father has been gracious to overlook the way I’ve really messed up His plan and made an ugly mess out of His grace.
He is an awesome God!