Welcome to another week!
Fallowfield United Methodist Church’s first pie make of the year is Monday, July 25, starting at 5 p.m. We will also make and freeze pies on August 1, 8, and 15. We expect to make pies for two or three hours each night.
If you’re willing to pick it, we’ll gratefully accept donations of elderberries and rhubarb. Please contact me at This email address is being protected from spambots. You need JavaScript enabled to view it.to:This email address is being protected from spambots. You need JavaScript enabled to view it." This email address is being protected from spambots. You need JavaScript enabled to view it. if you want to donate some. You can also contact me if you’d like to sign up to help make pies or work at our pie booth.
I recently experienced something that reminds me God is always watching over me. Two weeks ago, while nervously mowing the edge of my lawn on my riding mower, I turned hard right but didn’t clear my flower box. I shifted into reverse and backed up a couple feet. The mower started to slide. I threw it into second, then third gear, only to feel the mower slipping backward. I put on the brake with one foot and jumped off. The mower rolled into the ditch.
I stood there trembling. What had just happened? I was ticked off, but grateful to God for sparing my neck and limbs. The west side of my lawn borders a deep culvert with a sheer drop off. If I’d rolled into any other part of the ditch, I’d have hit my head off the road and probably broken my neck or limbs. Maybe even worse.
Furious for getting into this predicament and afraid someone would see what I’d done, I put my whole strength into pushing the mower out of the ditch. I’m in good shape and I thought I could do it. My ten-year-old son also helped me push, but the doggone thing wouldn’t budge. The mower rolled into the shallowest part of the ditch, but I still couldn’t push it back onto the lawn. My pride burned as I stomped into the house.
Six hours later my husband and father-in-law pushed the mower out of the ditch with two mighty heaves.
I felt humbled and grateful, but still irritated that I’d let it happen. I wanted to prove I could push the mower out of the ditch myself.
That afternoon my back started to ache. Two days later it seared with pain. My chiropractor adjusted my back twice and it healed within a week. The lingering result of my pride also humbled me.
But as he always does, God watched over me. He let me get scared, let the mower slide and get stuck, but kept me safe. He also provided help at the correct time.
God is always with us. He cares about every detail and every moment of my life. He cares about the details of your life, too. If you’re not convinced, read Matthew 10:30: “And even the very hairs of your head are all numbered.” (NIV) The One who knows how many hairs are on your head also knows when you’re in a tight spot. He will help you.
Have a wonderful week. Blessings!