Morning Meds; 6 6 19
This isn’t a morning thought, it’s more of an afternoon delight.
(Although much different than the subject matter of the song).
A week ago or so my mower broke, the pull cord lost all tension.
It has been waiting in the shed for me to attempt the needed repair.
Of the many challenges in life, working on machines with pull cords, is about top of the list of activities that can strip me any resemblance of spiritual growth.
Last night after work, I walked through the tall grass, to the shed to see what I could do.
I was thinking the sledgehammer and a checkbook might be a great time saver.
When I pulled the mower out, I gave the cord a pull and to my great surprise it had tension on it.
I don’t know if Santa’s elves are moonlighting or if the cobbler’s elves have expanded their business to include small engine repair, but the mower was/is repaired.
There was even a screw half way sticking up like it had been worked on, I thought one of my sons had fixed it.
He said he hadn’t touched it.
I have no explanation, at least from this side of reality.
There may be one, but I’ve never had a pull cord tighten back up, it is generally a futile frustration that ends in the need for some combination of repentance and penance and at the least some new parts, possibly a new mower with less large dents.
The universe conspires to help us.
I hope your day will go as well.