Mowing Conversation....

The girls and I attended a 3 yr old birthday party all afternoon.  They had a blast and the heat and humidity was quite exciting. Mataya was dripping wet within the first 30 minutes, yet that didn't stop her from playing her heart out.  Which is why I have some more free moments!  She's sacked out!  I don't suppose I should put an exclamation point behind that and sound quite as excited as I am, but hey, I'm being real.

So, after returning home, I was quite sweaty and smelly myself and decided the lawn that I have a love/hate mostly hate relationship with needed to be mowed in the next day or two anyway so I sent the girls inside with their bags of candy and a movie and gave strict instructions to eat only three pieces and watch the movie while I mow. (What are the odds they followed both of those instructions!)  As soon as I opened the shed, it started.  THE conversation with God I have when I mow.

Me: Seriously, God, I hate this lawn.
God: So, you've said before.
Me: These hills. They almost kill me!
God: Be thankful you have legs that work to mow them.
Me: I suppose.  But my back is killing me and I have cramps.
God:  Take that up with Adam and Eve.
Me: Nice. I'm sweating so much it's running into my eyes and burning!
God: Aren't you glad you can see and feel in your eyes?
Me: I don't think my neighbors appreciate my lifting of my T-shirt to wipe the sweat though.  I'm too old for this.
God: Try being me.
Me:  I believe that's my problem.  I try to be you in my world.  And thus, I fail.  And so, I whine.
God:  Yep.
Me:  As I was dealing with the Littlest Princess and her whining which is non-stop right now, I wondered if that's what I sound like to you.  Especially when I mow.  Have I mentioned I hate mowing?
God: I just like when you talk to me, even if you think it's whining.  I hear nothing annoying.  Simply your voice.
Me:  Seriously? What the heck?  I'm annoying as all get out when it comes to many things.
God: I love you.
Me:  Why?
God:  You're perfect. You're amazing. You're my beloved and there's absolutely nothing I don't like about you. You know how much you love those girls?  Nothing compared to my love for you. So, shut up and mow.
Me:  Can I have a chelada afterward?
God: As you wish.