Spring has sprung here in the South.
And my yard was a living breathing jungle. I had put off yardwork long enough, and I knew that something had to be done to tame the masses of weeds and crab grass. This was to be a first for me. Yardwork without the husband. I have mowed and such for years, but the husband has always been there to get everything running and just to, well, be there. Not so anymore.
I summoned all of the fragments of girl-power that I could, and I headed to the garage. And stared the beast in the face. I would prove victorious today. I would master this living-on-my-own thing. I would mow the yard without a man.
Until I didn’t.
The lawn mower wouldn’t start. And the weed eater had left the building with the husband. I had nothing to do anything with except one of those old handheld weedwackers that would have shriveled up and died before it even touched the acre of yard it would have had to manage.
And so I did the only thing I knew to do.
I plopped myself down on my front step and just cried. Not because I felt defeated over having zero idea how to get the lawn mower running, but because I was mad. Absolutely furious.
How dare he leave me here to have to deal with all this stuff that is his to worry about? How could he be so selfish? So unfair?
God sat with me and held my hand for a long time this morning. He reminded me tenderly of a time when all the gloom will disappear for those that are distressed (Isaiah 9:1). And He comforted me with songs of thanksgiving.
And then He did what any Perfect Bridegroom would do.
He mowed my yard.
The smell of cut grass is wafting into my house through my open windows, and the tears are continuing to stream down my face. Because, right now, there is a beautiful young man who belongs to a family that is so ridiculously precious to me mowing my yard. He just showed up this afternoon. And the kids ran to tell me that he was mowing. And I turned to a pile of mush in the floor.
You think Jesus didn’t send him?
I know He did.
Because stuff like yardwork matters to my Husband. And He’s going to make sure it’s taken care of.
Because He loves me.