I spotted it while mowing the lawn.
It wasn’t hard to see, a small sheet of white paper, adrift in a sea of green grass. I didn’t alter my route; I just continued cutting up one row and down another.
There is something therapeutic about yard work. It clears my mind and floods it with thoughts at the same time. I can’t explain why, really but it does. I have written many articles based on stories that came to me while cutting grass. I also like the added benefit of being able to see instantly how a job is coming along. But I digress. Lets get back to the piece of paper.
When I was a young boy, just starting out in the grass cutting business, my dad taught me to always pick up items or objects. I recall him saying, “Pick them up and throw them away. Never toss them aside, because you will see them again. Better to deal with it once and get it over with.”
For the most part, I did just that, especially under the watchful eye of dad. If dad wasn’t around or if it wasn’t a paying job, however, I would cut up the object instead of stopping to pick it up and throw it away.
As I made my way toward the piece of paper, that was the war waging inside of me – whether to follow the teaching of dad or not.
Row by row, the object inched nearer until finally decision time arrived. I knew that if I decided to run over the object, I would hear that sound of paper hitting blade (like air filling a plastic bread bag and then popping) followed by a shower of confetti. Dad wasn’t nearby, but my wife was. Ironically, she doesn’t like confetti any more then dad. I released the handle, killed the power and picked up the piece of paper.
I picked up the paper and I read it. It was the receipt of a bill. I reflected on said bill and how concerned I was about not being able to pay it. This incident occurred during a time when there was more month then there was money. But somehow God made a way, the bill was paid, and here was the proof.
Suddenly that piece of paper became so much more. The entire yard cutting became so much more. During Biblical times, God’s people were often told to gather stones and build an altar to serve as a reminder of God’s faithfulness. They were instructed to tell their children and their children’s children what the stones meant. In short, what did God do here?
I was holding in my hand something that He had done for me. I held proof that He is greater than my problems. I held proof that He is my provider and is concerned about my family and me. I tried to compare and contrast my understanding of this situation as I wondered how an answered prayer could so easily nearly become confetti.
As I stood there holding the receipt, I took inventory of myself, and God called a church meeting right in my front yard. I counted my blessings, named them one by one and thanked God for his faithfulness and said, “Sorry for taking so much for granted so soon and so often.”
Each piece of paper and each gathered stone should encourage us to know that He will never leave us or forsake us, just as previous victories during battles gave King David courage for future battles. We should take heart and boldly move forward.
P.S. If you need your yard cut, just write me. As you can see from the above article, however, it may take me awhile. Grass cutting is never simple when it comes to me (LOL).