After we moved from the farm, John was busy with work, driving from Ankeny to Cedar Rapids and beyond for the next year until his retirement. Our house was a model home for a builder that was about a year old so the lawn was sodded then neglected. It looked like a winter lawn when we bought the house but by March we realized it was in sad shape.
John didn’t have time to worry about it until he retired. Then all his energies were directed at making the lawn look like a lawn. There were bare patches and weed patches and crab grass patches and Fescue all over. It was very, very sad.
A sad lawn doesn’t correct itself and it doesn’t improve overnight. John literally had to kill all the bad, replant blue grass, then meticulously use tweezers to pull out the Fescue, plus water the new lawn, after it survived the 10 inch rain we received one spring.
“If that is how God clothes the grass of the field, which is here today and tomorrow is thrown into the fire, will he not much more clothe you, O you of little faith?” (Matthew 6:30 NIV).
We had faith in God, though, not so much in the soil we were given for our lawn. So over four years John has nurtured and cared for the grass as lovingly as for a child. Today it is rich and lush like carpet. Beautiful to the barefooted and the shoe-footed alike, the grass is perfect, except for the drought conditions that require a high water bill, when watering is allowed.
“Let grain abound throughout the land; on the tops of the hills may it sway. Let its fruit flourish like Lebanon; let it thrive like the grass of the field,” (Psalm 72:16-17 NIV).
May you be blessed by a green lawn and rejoice in the wonder of God.
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