Lookie here, guys!!
Yessiree!! The farm equipment may be idle, but not the lawn mower. The last time I mowed was 7 weeks ago! Thank you Jesus! I feel like I'm treading upon the heights! My mind goes to the book of Habakkuk. Here's Eugene Peterson's rendering of the last few verses of this book:
Though the cherry trees don't blossom and the strawberries don't ripen, though the apples are worm eaten and the wheat fields stunted, though the sheep pens are sheepless and the cattle barns empty, I'm singing joyful praise to God. I'm turning cartwheels of joy to my Savior God. Counting on God's rule to prevail, I take heart and gain strength. I run like a deer. I feel like I'm king of the mountain.
What a priceless gift, this thing called mowing. Mowing is almost like a moment of active meditation. The monotonous, repetitive motion helps you process your thoughts without the interruption of a screen. You get outdoors, soak up some sunlight, and move your body. Like making your bed, a freshly manicured lawn can bring a sense of civic pride to your home.
I am so thankful to the Lord for this simple pleasure!