"Whatever you do, do it heartily as unto the Lord."
I'm writing today to encourage myself, I guess. As I was mowing the yard yesterday I was praying and also composing a very funny post in my head about "How long does it take to mow one lawn?" It takes Braden less than an hour.
It takes me two days. Each day takes me an hour. . . because I'm not ONLY mowing. I have to stop to: turn off the hose being used without permission, to kiss Livia's scraped knee, to rescue Rhyle from his fallen bike in the ditch, to move assorted weapons that were hidden in the grass, to get drinks for everyone, to take Livia to the potty, to fix her pony tail, to turn the sprinkler on, to adjust goggles for Rhyle, to move the upended and therefore, dangerous chair near the sprinkler, to adjust Liv's goggles, to fix the sprinkler that the boys adjusted, to fix Liv's goggles again, to help Livia into the trampoline, to tell the boys NOT to take all the pillows from the house into the trampoline, to find out WHERE the kids disappeared to so quickly, to move the damp towels off of the ground, to stop Livia from pouring her water all over herself, to protect the boys from the bee on the porch, to find out if Rhyle is okay after he fell off the top of the ride-on car, to clean off the slide for Livia. . .
Well, you see. It could be really funny.
 
 
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