My husband, Ken came into my office, while our grandchildren, Levi and Grace were visiting and we were wishing it was spring. He was excited and said, “O.K., You need to go out to the breezeway to see my surprise.” I figured he did something silly and put Arnie, our stuffed lamb out there on my scouter, so I didn’t get in a hurry to go out. Not much time passed when he came and with a disappointed tone to his voice, reminded me, “Don’t forget the surprise in the breezeway.
Wondering what he was up to now, I reluctantly pulled myself up from my chair where I was teaching Grace how to crochet and wandered out to the breezeway a little agitated at being disturbed.
Well, when I opened the door I was a bit ashamed of myself and I was truly delighted because I realized the significance of his disappointment. There in the breezeway sitting in the only place it could possibly fit was my swing which I love. My parents had given it to me a short time before they graduated to heaven. On the other side of the room was my “bird cage” swing, a name he coined for my wicker swing that looks like a bird cage. I love to sit in it too, but it hangs from just one spring which breaks periodically and so we removed it from the living room since I fixed it, with three pieces of clothes hanger and that was not very pretty.
Last summer I went out two times into the yard under our nice shade trees, to sit in my swing and was eaten alive by the mosquitos and bombed by bees.
Ken has about all he can manage to drag that swing up and down the steps to please me and to keep it out of the weather in the winter and out doors for me in the spring.
What he was trying to do was make a place for me to get out of my office and close to the fresh air without getting any more skin cancer and not be eaten alive by bugs.
To do that he had to move my scooter, the generator, and the Adirondack chair out of the breezeway where they were being stored for the winter and into the garage and lawnmower shed. To move that chair he had to clean out the whole shed to make room for it, which involved a whole lot of work.
I love it! I love to come out here and relax and read and prepare for my posts. I am so thankful for my dear man who goes to so much trouble to make me comfortable.
As I sit here and swing in the cozy country parsonage breezeway, I can see up Hadley Road from my swing and when the door is opened I can even see the traffic going by and the front of the church, mirrored in the reflection of the door window.
This is truly a blessing that I would have missed it I had just ignored Ken’s coaxing.
This is the way our relationship with the Lord is sometimes. Jesus coaxes us, Matthew 11:28-30 KJV ”28 Come unto me, all ye that labour and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest. 29 Take my yoke upon you, and learn of me; for I am meek and lowly in heart: and ye shall find rest unto your souls. 30 For my yoke is easy, and my burden is light.” Come aside and rest and enjoy his many blessings!
Psalm 103:2 “Bless the LORD, O my soul, and forget not all his benefits:”