I went out into the yard this evening to mow. I love mowing, especially in the evening. Cutting down all those weedy heads that stick out like bothersome pests. Our yard is nothing special~ not really a lawn but rather a matted mess of weeds and quack grass. Not very soft under the feet or inviting. Except after a mowing. In those moments, the lawn becomes an inviting, dreamy carpet.
The sun was setting, I hurried to finish my chores before it was too dark. But pausing along the way~ I notice the glow of the sun against turning leaves. The sunflowers too, are not so vibrant but bowing their heads~ as if in earnest prayer. I am reminded: it is in these secret places of my yard that i am compelled to pray too. Thankful for a loud motor, I hold nothing back. I call out to my Maker~ my evening Companion. I ask for his mercies on my kids, my husband and our future. I proclaim thanksgiving and anxiety in the same breath~ not unlike these flowers dying and living on the same stalk.
Revealed in evening’s soft light this humble yard becomes my sanctuary. These trees and flowers:a congregation of praise.
I love evenings!