LOAVES AND LAWNMOWERS.
I moved into my new home full of anticipation. My Lord had been
so constant during the
time of finding, purchasing and finally moving into this new home,
that I had no worries about any complications that may arise.
It was a whole new experience of walking with the Lord. I had moved
from an affluent
lifestyle to living on a benefit, which had just been cut. Money
was incredibly short, and it was taking some getting used to.
However I felt I was being encouraged to step out in this new way of
life, so felt confident all my needs would be met. But I did have
this little niggle about the lawn, because I knew I was physically unable
to mow it. Must admit I wondered what the Lord was saying, as He
knew I couldn't mow that piece of grass.
The second day in my new home and there came a knock on the door, and
a cheery little
lady stood there with a beaming smile. "Hi, I'm Peggy, your next-door
neighbour." We had
a cup of tea and got to know each other, we talked of many things including
about the lawn mowing. "No problems," said Peggy, "I do mine
every Tuesday and I'll just
carry on over yours too."
So every Tuesday I hear the hum of the mower as Peggy mows my lawn,
and often she appears at the door with bread, buns etc. left over in her
place of work. These items of food
have often come at a time when I've been really pushed to meet other
financial commitments, and the only amount that can be adjusted is usually
the food budget.
One mustn't get complacent, but oh, it is just so nice to know the Lord
thinks of everything, every little, trivial thing.