This morning, I mowed my parent's lawn. It's something I hadn't done since high school (or possibly during breaks in college, so it's been a while), and a chore I regularly complained about ever since my dad had me start doing it at 12. I couldn't tell you how many times I mowed it growing up. They have a quarter acre, so it's a big job, and my parents (still) don't have a riding mower. Now that my brothers and I are all out of the house, my dad usually mows it, but lately he hasn't been able due to illness, and my mom can't either.
As I carved out squares of shorter grass with the mower, I discovered that I didn't mind the chore it at all. And I realized something else: I have often wondered why none of my job
applications for better positions in different states have yet to bear fruit. I often tell myself that God must have me still here for a reason, I just don't know what that reason was. But today I got a small answer. I still live where I do so that I'm near enough to drive up to my parent's place and help them with things they can't do anymore. They kept thanking me for doing the job, when it was such a little thing, really. God knew they would need the help, and that just the simple act of my being there would offer them comfort.
Last week was rough. The bombing at the Boston Marathon, and the
aftermath that filled a city - a nation - with fear and sadness; fear
of what might be next, sadness for those lost and injured. Then came the plant explosion in Texas, more lives lost, more people's lives turned upside down.
we wonder where God is in situations like that, and why he allows bad
things to happen. I don't necessarily have the answer to that last one,
but I know God was in all the people, first responders and bystanders
who ran to help, not even thinking about themselves or intending to act heroically, but just wanting to render aid. It was in the
country united in prayer to lift up those affected in both of those tragedies, showing love and support however they could.
My point is this: God knows what he's doing, even when things seem chaotic or unsure. He sees
the big picture, while we don't, but every now and again, we catch a glimpse.