Fence posts: why?
I really do know that you have to have them to put up boarders and keep everyone safe, but they certainly are no fun to mow around.
I was mowing the other day and completely “in the zone” with the push mower, trying to edge as much as I could before I got out the rider. Taylor got home just as I had started the fence line. She came over, I turned off the mower, and we chatted for a bit. As we were talking, we referenced the mower and I looked down. As I did, I noticed I had something all over my sweatshirt. I reached to pull my sweatshirt out and my hand was completely covered in blood. Taylor’s eyes got huge as when I had released the mower handle, underneath were smears of blood, looking like ax murdered had borrowed my mower.
Crap. It didn’t take long to figure out I was still bleeding so Taylor rushed to the vehicles to get napkins. This was so annoying. It didn’t hurt. I had skinned the back of both hands (love fence posts, don’t you?) and I am a very good bleeder. Back before I had iron issues, the Red Cross was pretty happy with how fast I could fill a bag :).
As Taylor was going from vehicle to vehicle (since eating out is a rarity, the napkins aren’t as readily available as they used to be. We never realized this until this very day). I got my hands wrapped and told Taylor she needed to get going or she was going to be late for her outing with her friends. She bid farewell, and she was off. I tried going back to mowing, but my leaking issue was a definite hindrance. Back to the van to see if I could find band-aids. Nothing. Seriously? I saw sticks pins…nah, digging further I finally found some bandages in crispy wrappers and wrapped them tightly over my areas of leakage for compression. Back to mowing.
As I was mowing, the thought came to my mind that my bloody mess looked pretty nasty, and probably would have drawn a lot of attention had anyone else have seen it, even if it didn’t hurt. Then I had to think of all the pain that Taylor and I–well, anyone suffering lose–is carrying on the inside that no one sees. That hurts and is bleeding but since it isn’t making a mess by leaking, it goes unnoticed.
Hebrews 4:13-14 ” 13 Nothing in all creation is hidden from God’s sight; everything is uncovered and exposed before the eyes of Him to whom we must give account. 14 Therefore, since we have such a great high priest who has passed through the heavens, Jesus the Son of God, let us hold firmly to what we profess.…”
My heavenly Dad looks past the non-leaking (most of the time ;D) exterior and seeing the gushing taking place within. What is His response?
Psalm 147:3 “He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds.”
He never even considered stick pins! :p
The end of the mowing story: I tried to wipe off the mower handle but the blood had dried by the time I finished and it would not rub off easily. It started to pour so I pushed the mower under shelter and stood, watching, and listening to the rain. What I hadn’t realized was the mower handle received an excellent rain wash and was good as new by the time the rain let up.
May the Lord use rain of this world to wash away a mess you never even you had. Until tomorrow: Blessings!