Hay is for horses… Or so I thought.
This month we have been "loving the camp" (a term I use, meaning: to clean up and make look pretty). In the beginning of the month we were expecting to participate in camp activities with children and teach them about Jesus and what it means to be a Christian. However, plans changed and we have spent our time cleaning up and doing small odd jobs here and there. Painting, cleaning, laundry, fixing things, mowing and raking hay.
One day, as I was raking a field of dried grass- or hay, (that had been mowed a couple days prior) I asked myself, "What is Jesus trying to teach me by having me rake this hay?" Little did I know that, later in the week, I would get my answer.
Later in the Week:
I was painting a small house across the road from camp. And as I was painting, I began to think of the question I had asked myself while raking. So, naturally, I asked God. In my head, a picture was forming. Just as our contact mowed the grass in the field, I needed to mow the spiritual grass in my life. Since I set out on the race, I have been growing in crazy ways, but some of my old habits have made themselves at home, lingering at the top and hiding the new. It was time to take the tractor and mow them down.
When you mow a field, the scraps (old grass) are left laying there, covering the new. So you need to rake it up and throw it out. And that's exactly what I am doing. I have cut down my old spiritual habits that have been holding me back I have started to rake them up and throw them out. I'm uncovering the person that God is shaping me to be. And as life goes on, and as I keep growing, I know that I'll have to mow again.
It's crazy– the lessons a small task can teach.
