How soon we forget ...

Somewhere I remember reading that the Apostle Paul said it was good to work with your hands. He cited some benefit about it freeing up your mind to think about God.

The past few weeks I've been trying to rescue a lawn that went into disrepair last year while I was doing the Hep C treatment.

I despise yard work.

Tim the Tool Man, I'm not.

So, there I was gruntin' and moanin' while I dug up old mulch and landscape fabric that just gave up the ghost to the onslaught of bermuda grass (I swear it's got roots in hell). All I could think about was how I wanted to move into a condo with concrete for a yard.

And then it hit me.

It had to be the Holy Spirit.

"This time last year, you couldn't work in the yard 10 minutes without getting winded because of the Hep C treatment's side effects."

Talk about a stark reminder.

"I ought to rejoice over the fact that I can even do this," I said to myself.

How soon we forget God's blessings.

Grace and peace ...