Anxiety in a man’s heart weights him down, but a good word makes him glad.
The first signs of spring are welcomed with the daffodils and tulips pushing their way toward the sun. I’m ready to get back on my bike to ride along the river instead of going nowhere in the basement.
But then there is the lawn – one of the blessings of winter is that it doesn’t need mowing. But now it demands attention. It’s time to trim off the dead brown top from last year, the only time I normally collect and bag the grass instead of mulching it back into the lawn. It takes so long, only two trips across the yard and the bag is full… awkwardly transferring the grass into the big black bags with the yellow ties; 20 to 25 times to fill eight bags.
About half way through this operation, as I struggle with the grass and the bags, a UPS delivery man stops at the intersection. His door is open to enjoy the spring air. He hollers out with a cheery voice, “It’s that time of year again.” Obviously not the most profound words, but it was the friendliness of the voice that picked me up and urged me on.
Yes! It is that time of year, spring, a reminder again of God’s constancy of grace,
Summer and winter, and spring-time and harvest,
Sun, moon and stars in their courses above
Join with all nature in manifold witness
To thy great faithfulness, mercy and love.
Great is they faithfulness!
The man in the Brown truck blessed me with far more than a package delivery. This stranger blessed me with a “good word” that made me “glad.”
How will your simple words affect another today?