Emphasis Preaching Journal

Abe sat at the picnic table in his backyard, sipping a cool lemonade. He wiped his brow with the torn T-shirt he was wearing, and looked out over his freshly mown lawn. Sara was of the opinion he shouldn't push the lawnmower himself, at the age of 75. They could certainly afford a lawn service, she pointed out. But Abe enjoyed pushing the mower up and down, tracing the same, familiar patterns around the trees and shrubs. He loved the smell of the grass-clippings, too. He loved even more the sense of accomplishment that came with that smell: one more job completed, and completed well.