How a Mowed Lawn Helped Me with Accepting Grace
The whir of lawnmowers cut across the talk at the dinner table.
My husband had been sick for two weeks. The kids were sick off and on during that two weeks. I was ballooning out as I edged into my sixth month of pregnancy. It had rained for a week and now the sun had returned just long enough for the ground to dry out. It was to rain the next day. We had planned to just hire someone to cut the grass seeing as we really didn’t have any choice. If it grew any longer, we might lose our children in the weeds.
But then as a last minute possibility, I contacted some people at church. Could anyone help?
Four offers quickly rolled in. We ended up with a family of five coming over to mow that very evening: dad, mom, and three boys. My heart gladdened as I was pregnant with my third boy. This could one day be my family telling someone else, “We are just glad to serve you in this small way.”
Yet, as they mowed, I began to feel an uncomfortable weight, almost an embarrassment at having someone do something like this for us for free.
Not the kind to want to do it all myself, I love when others help. I like involving others in the planning, delegating, and letting others take leadership, so I was taken aback by my reaction.
As I simmered on this thought, it became clear: I love when others helped if I am helping too. I don’t want to be in charge of the whole shebang or do everything myself, but I also don’t like just sitting back and being served. It’s too undeserved. Too much grace.
Do I do this to God? Working to be worthy of the gifts He bestows? Making sure I also work alongside him? Is finding ways to “work out my salvation” easier than “accepting the free gift of God”?
We are in the season where the gift of God is most impacting, yet less noticeable. During Christmas, gifts are in your face: Christ as the gift; gifts we are giving each other; songs about the gift of a little baby Jesus playing on the radio.
Easter, though, is where the gift of salvation, the sacrifice of Christ, the real acceptance of grace comes shooting up through the spring soil like flowers in my backyard. Quiet, sudden, almost unexpected.
Can we simply accept that it’s there for us? We aren’t worthy of it, can’t be worthy of it, yet, Christ deemed us worth it and gave this free gift.
No need to feel a weight of embarrassment that we have need. Instead, gratitude that the gift is there for you, acceptance of it, and love for the giver, that’s the response.
So, I thanked our friends, and God, for the gift they had given me. More than a mowed lawn, they’d shown me my need simply to accept true grace.