It is quite safe to say that every day is different around here.
This morning I sprang out of bed and dove into cleaning my house to ready it for a chorus workshop that was being held here for most of the day. Char & I had de-cluttered the evening before and so my objective was to do a vacuum/mop/surface swipe all ’round before heading out for chores.
This house-cleaning thing? It’s big news, trust me.
The big farm project for the day was completing the goat fencing adjacent to the horse pasture so that we’d have a place that the goatsies could graze/browse without destroying my flowering and fruiting bushes, which is what they had been intent on for the last few weeks. Here is where I have to confess that I hardly helped at all. Jim did most of the work, with a little help from friend Tristan the other night, and I probably contributed 15- 30 minutes of labor altogether.
The wonderful choristers left by 4p.m., I delivered some eggs and chicken as a donation for a local benefit silent auction, and then I prepared a delicious Pastitsio recipe that a friend of mine had prepared and shared via Facebook the other night.
I’m really looking forward to a little quiet time tonight. Tomorrow morning I’m delivering the children’s sermon and the scripture passage is Matthew 13:1-9, the Parable of the Sower. I will say that you can over-think a children’s sermon and I struggle with this sometimes. I originally thought I would share the message that the destination of the seed would have to be conducive to growth, thereby the weeds, the stones would not help. Then I started to think that really, I’d like to tell the kiddoes that if we don’t start with the right seed, the Good seed, then we can’t have growth either. So I think I’m going to share sunflower seeds with them that are good for sowing, and sunflower seeds that are not so good(as in, the ones that have been shelled, salted and are ready for eating!) Because I think it’s kind of a huge thing to try to absorb every week, if you’re a little kid(or a big kid!), that you’ve got to be so good, so perfect, such a perfect bed of soil, for the seed to sprout and grow. I remember being overwhelmed and anxious by the challenge of being so good when I was young. And though I aspired to goodness, and still do, in life we make mistakes.
So for all of those mistakes, we can try again, we can be forgiven. And if it’s the right seed we’re cultivating, I believe it will indeed grow.
Happy Saturday to you.