I love to cut the grass. It’s immediate gratification – where I instantaneously see the fruits of my labor. My work with World Vision isn’t like that… I am making a difference in the lives of thousands of children thousands of miles away… but selfishly… I don’t get to see it up close and personal… and I have to trust God and the capable staff in the field that my efforts are fruitful.
And during the spring I get to tackle the turf, both front and back, every week! It’s exhilarating… I sweat. I get dirty. I get ankle bites from those darn “no see-ums”. The toes of my tennies are stained a bright green. I sneeze. A lot.
But once done, I stand back, hands on hips, and survey my work. Squinting, I search for those stray stalks that might have ducked the whirling blade of my trusty self-propelled mower. Finally, satisfied with my toiling of the soil… I head in for a much needed shower. But throughout the day, I will spy out the window or stand on the porch to once again, admire my handy-work.
I’ve made peace with the fact that I won’t always, or maybe won’t ever, get to see the results of my World Vision work first hand… but I can always drag my red-bladed-buddy from the shed and mow, mow, mow ’til my heart’s content.