My garden tractor has been out of commission for two months! Thursday afternoon I borrowed the church’s mower for one last time. I told Anita that they were bringing my rider back on Monday, but she wouldn’t hear of it. The grass was a foot high and she was embarrassed. “We’re the shame of the neighborhood”, she said. I don’t know what neighborhood she’s talking about, but I wanted her happy, so I mowed it.

The gear box went out and they had to replace it. That won’t be cheap. Why do things keep breaking down? Why can’t they make a light bulb that will last or steel that won’t rust?

In a world where everything around us is deteriorating and winding down, I’m glad that God never changes. He’s the one Constant we can always count on (and grass growing, of course).