I have a dog. A dog that barks his head off if someone so much as thinks about going by our house.
Yesterday he was kinda barking. More like light ruffing. He was staring out the window at something. Of course I figured it was someone trying to break into the house.
I look outside and there’s my girl friend’s husband and their son with the trunk of their van open. What in the world? Why were they here?
Next I see his leaf blower. Are you serious? Have you LOOKED at my yard? There are like 3 bazillion leaves on the ground. The other half are still on the trees.
I opened the doors, still in my jammies, at 1:30pm (I didn’t expect company), and asked him what he was up to. I tried to convince him that he didn’t need to do it, but there was no deterring him.
And he chose today. Today of all days to come over. It’s 80+ degrees in MN when it was snowing last year! The poor guy was sweating by the time he was done, an hour and a half later.
I don’t know if he realizes that it takes me a couple days to rake the entire yard. No, I don’t do it all at once. Why would I complete a project on the same day? That would be the responsible thing to do.
First of all, the guy probably left 4 leaves on my yard. Second of all, come back? Oh, I don’t think so! He has already blessed me by doing this huge project. As I was getting into the car he said, “Well what if we want to come back?” Sigh…what if they want to come back?
I want to give a huge shout out to the body of Christ for taking care of another family member. I dig ya K.B. & H.B.!