"He burned the Temple of God to the ground, went on to the royal palace, and then finished off the city. He burned the whole place down." (52:13)
We began last Saturday spraying on the levy vegetation that is trying to take it over. Driving the tractor over the huge rocks on the steep incline was definitely getting out of my comfort zone. I know my mowers, but our old 1964 Ford tractor is still somewhat of a mystery to me. She reminds me a lot of a skittish colt. Curt walking over the same rocks as he sprayed, would often start to lose his balance as they shifted under his feet.
As I was watching and praying for safety, I thought about if he fell and knocked himself out (or worse), how I would be unable to move him. The cell phone service there is not reliable and the closest house was a few miles away. When we parked our trucks earlier, the persons living there were not at home.
Funny how our ABBA brings certain thoughts into our minds. Perhaps so we will be aware of the situations and pray. It turned out we ended our day in the Walk In Clinic. Curt took a hard fall and dislocated his middle finger. Thankfully, he was able to walk up to the tractor and we rode it back to the truck. I knew our ABBA was there when he fell because it could have been much, much worse.
As we sat in the waiting room, I was thinking about how hard we still work. Both of us being raised on a farm have grown up doing hard physical labor. As far as material wealth, nothing was pretty much in our cup when we started our journey together. We are both blown away today at how much our ABBA has blessed us. Yes, we still work hard, but the reasons have changed.
Everything we have is His.
Nowadays we throw in the towel if overcome due to the heat or exhaustion. I know just a few years ago we would have sweltered through. But it seems now we call it a day and pick up tomorrow where we left off. He is showing me to take time and spend it with those He has put into my life. To balance work and play.
Nowadays we throw in the towel if overcome due to the heat or exhaustion. I know just a few years ago we would have sweltered through. But it seems now we call it a day and pick up tomorrow where we left off. He is showing me to take time and spend it with those He has put into my life. To balance work and play.
ABBA has brought to my attention no matter how hard you work for stuff - everything depreciates. All about the landscapes are many vacant homes, rusted out vehicles. Graveyards full of bodies. Bodies that are but dust and the stuff that is in the caskets, rotted away.
Each time I get into my truck I am reminded of the day I was standing at the back of it in our driveway, checking to see if all we needed was there for the work day ahead. Curt was loading up the tractor and mower onto the trailer attached to his truck. In only a matter of seconds the truck brake didn't hold and everything started to roll back down our drive. Rapidly picking up speed, because our drive is really a hill. Curt jumped off the tractor, over the side of the trailer, ran up and climbed into the cab. He didn't make it in time before it slammed into the front of my truck, pushing it down the drive as well.
As I came towards him, he was tearing himself down with the angry words flowing from his mouth. He finally heard me say, "It was an accident. Thank The Lord, no one was hurt or killed". Our eyes were opened to how much our lives could have changed in that moment. How easily he could have slipped or tripped jumping over the rails of the trailer onto the drive. How easily he could have been run over, pinned in, killed.
It is only a truck.
ABBA has transformed our hearts into working for Him rather than the world. To opening our eyes to the fact - this is His business. We are his workers. And how quickly life could change in a brief second.
Each time I get into my truck I am reminded of the day I was standing at the back of it in our driveway, checking to see if all we needed was there for the work day ahead. Curt was loading up the tractor and mower onto the trailer attached to his truck. In only a matter of seconds the truck brake didn't hold and everything started to roll back down our drive. Rapidly picking up speed, because our drive is really a hill. Curt jumped off the tractor, over the side of the trailer, ran up and climbed into the cab. He didn't make it in time before it slammed into the front of my truck, pushing it down the drive as well.
As I came towards him, he was tearing himself down with the angry words flowing from his mouth. He finally heard me say, "It was an accident. Thank The Lord, no one was hurt or killed". Our eyes were opened to how much our lives could have changed in that moment. How easily he could have slipped or tripped jumping over the rails of the trailer onto the drive. How easily he could have been run over, pinned in, killed.
It is only a truck.
ABBA has transformed our hearts into working for Him rather than the world. To opening our eyes to the fact - this is His business. We are his workers. And how quickly life could change in a brief second.
And to the fact.
It is only a truck.
In a way only He could do, when we become less in working for Him, we are filled up completely. With Him. Much as He did as a cloud in the Temple.
But when you are working for self or stuff - the void is never filled.
It is only a truck.
I ask you - what are you working hard for?
The harder you work at this empty life, the less you are.(51:58)
It is only a truck.
In a way only He could do, when we become less in working for Him, we are filled up completely. With Him. Much as He did as a cloud in the Temple.
But when you are working for self or stuff - the void is never filled.
It is only a truck.
I ask you - what are you working hard for?
The harder you work at this empty life, the less you are.(51:58)
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