After 3 months' "warm-up" (i.e., summer) in producing local weather, the Lord has given us some Masterly produced days that have been perfect for tree pruning, firewood cutting, and John Deere mowing, so I've been thinking while pounding my spine on the Ole JD...Clover in your lawn is like sin in your life...it silently dominates the whole shebang if you don't aggressively root it out and make sure the "good grass" grows. (Tip of the hat to Fr. Stephen's warning of about 22 years ago in one of our dirt person/farmer-chew-the-fat-conversations.)
When you're mowing under trees with low hanging limbs...DUCK!! Getting dang near knocked off the tractor by a limb is much like life's unforeseen school of hard knocks experiences that teach the best learned lessons ever. (cf. Hebrews 12:11)
Stay alert for nasty little holes in the ground that house yellow jackets or you'll get a small taste of what the Canaanites felt when God drove them out with hornets in the Book of Judges.
When stuff falls out of your coat pocket when you've been going back and forth over 7 acres of ground, simply say, "OK, Lord, you know where my glasses case is, show me!" Then take a casual walk, relying on Matthew 7:7 (ask...seek...find) and expect to find them! OH, and record the answer in your prayer journals, if you keep them, as I did last night.
Ride the Old John Deere "as unto the Lord, not as unto men" and you'll be "glorifying the Lord and enjoying Him now" in anticipation of the "forever" part of the Westminster Shorter Catechism's Answer #1.
Oh, Yeah...enjoy a good cigar in the process to appreciate one of those things that on the sixth day were declared VERY GOOD...tobacco! ;p
Got quiet time epiphanies of your own?
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