I’m a neat freak. A detail freak. I could not stand to look out our windows and see how the ground cover had covered up the large rocks.
It had to be trimmed.
I knew it would take at least half of the day to get it done. Hiring someone to do it was out of the question. So, I walked out of my garage with tools in hand. I prepared for a morning that would find me on my knees, working with newly-sharpened lawn scissors.
During a church Q and A, someone in the group asked the Senior Pastor what his five-year plan looked like.
That has always been one of the hardest questions for me to answer. I was just sure this pastor was about to give an impressive response complete with bullet points, grand dreams, and a process to make it happen.