A Weekend of Trimmings

There are very few smells I love more than freshly cut grass. My allergies tend to disagree with me, but that doesn't make me enjoy it any less. There's nothing like throwing open the windows after Danny's mowed and breathing in that fresh smell.

What's leftover after the mowing is that long, shaggy grass that was clipped off. It quickly browns and dries while the new grass comes in bright and green.

It's fun to watch the birds fly off with bits of it for their nests, and the wind carries much of it away. What remains is gathered up, piled away or burned so it won't hamper the growth of the new grass.

As for man, his days are as grass: as a flower of the field, so he flourisheth. For the wind passeth over it, and it is gone; and the place thereof shall know it no more. Psalm 193:15-16

Today is going to speed by, just like yesterday and the day before. Our time will end up as that cut grass, one way or another. Will your life be used by others, blown away or left to smother?

Make this a weekend of checking out your trimmings. God is constantly trimming us, pruning us and preparing us for the coming day. What's left over? How is the Lord planning and purposing to use you and your trimmings this weekend?

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