MONDAY MORNING MOMENTS October 27, 1997 Vol. II Number 39
While living in Alaska we mowed our yard two or three times each summer. Early September would usually be the final mowing for the year, as you wanted the grass a little long for the long cold winter. As I mowed the lawn that last time, I wanted to get done and on to other things.
As I feverishly pushed the lawn mower around our yard, one of my young daughters walked up and, without even asking, stepped in front of me and placed her hands on the mower handle. Knowing that she wanted to help me, I quit pushing.
The mower quickly slowed to a stop. Chuckling inwardly at her struggles, I resisted the urge to say, “get out of her, kid. You’re in my way,” and said instead, “here daughter, I’ll help you.” As I resumed pushing, I bowed my back and leaned forward, and walked spread-legged to avoid colliding with her. The grass cutting continued, but more slowly, and less efficiently than before, because she was “helping” me.
Suddenly, it hit me: “this is the way my heavenly Father allows me to “help” him build his kingdom” I pictured my heavenly Father at work seeking, saving, and transforming the lost, and there I was, with my weak hands “helping.” My father could do the work by himself, but he doesn’t. He chooses to stoop gracefully to allow me to co-labor with him. Why? For “my” sake, because He wants me to have the privilege of ministering with him.
“Look at the Nations and watch - and be UTTERLY AMAZED. for I am going to do something in YOUR days that you would not believe even if you were told” Habakkuk 1:5
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