My oldest. A son. Near 11 years old. Motivated by money. With dreams of countless Lego sets. That change every day. Wanted to earn more money.
Mow the lawn. His Mama says. But you gotta get Daddy to teach you.
So. We’ve had mowing lessons. While mowing. He’s learning lawn mowing. I’m learning patience. There is so much more to learn.
Four weeks now. And at least four lessons.
First week, he missed a spot. He quit. Discouraged. As if he’d failed. It’s not the end of the world. Definitely not the end of mowing. Go back. Do it again.
Next week, he couldn’t go around a tree. Again he quit. It’s just a tree. Go around. You can’t let an obstacle overcome you. You overcome the obstacle. Find a way. Go around.
Third week, he didn’t feel like mowing. He wouldn’t even come outside. The grass doesn’t care if you feel like it. Or not. It just grows. You cut it. Feeling it or not. Cut it.
Fourth week, he did good. No complaints. Listening to instruction. Then with just a small patch left. He quit. He was tired. But you gotta job to do. Tired is not done. Done is done.
Mow on, My Friends.
Whatever you do, work at it with all your heart, as working for the Lord, not for men. Colossians 3:23
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