Mr. Harris transformed the look of my block this week. It took him three days, a large garbage tote on wheels, an extension cord and a leaf blower along with his solid work ethic. From lawns that were stuffed to overflowing with fallen leaves he fashioned tidy mounds between the curb and the sidewalk. Working past dusk, he explained to me that he wanted to get all us all ready for the city leaf pickup next week.
I give thanks for Mr. Harris. The uncle of my neighbor two doors down, this conscientious man has a lawn cutting service. Actually, I should say that he IS the lawn cutting service. Hiring him has been a great help for my injured shoulder (holding the “dead man’s bar” on the lawn mower required frequent rests on my part) since our sons are no longer living with us.
How many tens of thousands of leaves he gathered up and moved I hesitate to estimate. Who says that people can’t move mountains? Mr. Harris sure did – one leaf at a time. He had a purpose of preparing his customers for the city schedule, and went about making that vision real. He knew exactly what he needed to do to accomplish it.
It is a gift to find and nurture your purpose to be of service to the world. Some people are single-minded in this, and have a fairly detailed map in their heads. Others are much more challenged to set a course, let alone know which steps to take. Take some time this week to reflect on your purpose and progress. Give thanks for the leaves that you have gathered, and celebrate the mounds you have moved. God is sure to rejoice with you as you live into your purpose.