This weekend, I worked. I worked in the yard, in the house, you name it, I painted, mowed, pulled, fixed, and so much more than I thought I could do. We put our house up for sale this weekend. We are not moving from Greenwood, but just decided this would be a good time for a move if we could sell our house. Hopefully, our home will have some more children in it one day, Amanda is teaching voice out of our home, and all that would be easier if we had just a little more room. It was kinda bittersweet because we love this house (by the way, if you are shopping for homes, you can get more info here – shameless plug, I know).
The above picture was not taken this weekend, but it was similar to the sight that impacted me this weekend. I was mowing the front yard on Saturday, and I had already been at it for a while on other projects that morning. I was nasty, tired, and jamming out to some Fred Hammond on the iPod, when I saw it. Some motion in our big front window caught my attention. It was two 2-year-old boys with their heads pressed up against the window waving at me. As I went side to side through the yard, their little eyes followed me everywhere the mower would take me. They would knock on the window if I wasn’t giving them enough silly faces. They would wave at me to make sure I saw them when I got far away. Every move I made, they followed.
In that moment, they just wanted to be next to their daddy.
As I finished cutting the front yard, I teared up a bit (because you can’t cry on a lawn mower, it’s not allowed). As I watched these precious sons of mine and their unwavering devotion to my movement, I was ashamed I was not more like them.
“Truly, truly, I say to you, the Son can do nothing of Himself, unless it is something He sees the Father doing; for whatever the Father does, these things the Son also does in like manner” (John 5:19).
That was how Jesus lived. He watched what His Dad was doing. If His Dad was into healing people, Jesus healed people. If His Dad loved the unlovely, that’s what He did. If His Dad forgave the most unrighteous people, He did the same.
So what should my day be about today? Tracking with my Father. As He moves through my life today, I want to be following His every move. I want to be locked into His action. I want to be so in tune with Him, that when He looks up, I am smiling and haven’t missed a single step of His.
Dear Dad, help me track You all day today.