Well, let me tell you something... there is nothing instant about the job in my backyard. I cursed the leaves and trees thinking how much I hate our house because of the leaves. I admit, at times I can get a little dramatic. Then, the baby wakes up. Crud! I go inside, fix her lunch, change her into some outside clothes and hope and pray I can get finished. I brought toys outside for her to play with and put the baby gate at the porch steps so she wouldn't climb up and fall down. We were all set until I turned the blower on. She was not a fan of that at all. Luckily the leaves were in a pile near the road so I didn't have far to go with them.
So I broke out the trusty ol'rake. Then I hear little feet crunching around the edge of my pile and all of a sudden, in she jumped...
Amelia had the best time playing in my pile of leaves. It was a lot of hard work. I'm not going to sit here and act like it was so wonderful and such a sweet blessing, because the majority of it was not all that fantastic at all. But doesn't God work like that sometimes? Sometimes the hardest work has the greatest payoff and the sweetest surprises in store.
I mean, look at this pile! It's bigger than she is! It was definitely a mountain of work, but that mountain made a perfect Saturday afternoon play spot for my little girl.
And afterwards we rewarded ourselves with our favorite sugar cookies from the Fresh Market. We also took a couple to one of our sweet neighbors who was blowing his yard as well.
"I see you!"
Next time your molehill turns into a mountain, just keep going. You never know what will be there to celebrate with you on your mountain-top.