A Day of Blessing

One of the chores around here which seldom gets done completely before it is time to start over from the beginning is cutting grass.  The part up close to the house and around the garden gets the closer cut of a lawn mower and the rest which stretches out across the farm under the pecan trees requires a tractor and bush hog.  Today I was coming down the home stretch when the sky opened up with falling rain sending me hurrying to the tractor shelter.   As I drove under it, the bottom fell out, or so we speak of the kind of driving blowing rain which fell.  I settled into a golf cart seat and became a watcher and listener of the rain as it beat down ferosciously on the tin roof over my heard.    

It was like I had a front row seat to behold the work of the Lord.  Rain is life.  The hay fields which were already greening and the pasture with its grazing cows received what fell from the heavens as a blessing. There are many such blessings which fall around us.  So much of the time we come to the end of the day without consciously ackowledging how God has come to bless us in our living.  He does not force us to take a seat and behold His work, but instead, He goes about His work of blessing in ways that are often missed by our hurrying spirits and minds that are looking so far ahead that the present moment cannnot be seen.  

I was blessed today by a box of cookies mailed from my sister, a phone conversation with a friend, and being given a front row seat undet the tractor shelter to the unfolding work of God  If we are only looking for the grandiose, we are likely to miss the ordinary moments when God breaks in to bring a gracious blessing that cares for the needs of our spirit.