Once upon a time, my family went to Logan (shocker, right?). On Saturday morning we went down to our old house in Nibley for some good-ol' family bonding time via yard work. (Our renters just moved out, so we were trying to clean it up and get it ready to sell). Many of the tools we brought to use were our own, but many were borrowed from my grandparents. One of the things we borrowed was a lawn mower.
This lawn mower is very old. Not old enough to be a manual push mower, but it's seen better days. One of the wheels is broken, the motor has some issues and the grass bag would fill up quickly. The yard wasn't massive, but a decent size; and the grass was getting to be pretty long. "Hmm, shouldn't take too long," I thought to myself. The lawn mower however, decided otherwise.
I began the job excited that we could even get the mower to turn on. I moved the mower three feet, then got to feel the excitement of getting it to turn on all over again. Literally, there were cheers every time. This continued every 3-10 feet for the first lap of the yard. Near the end of the lap, the motor would last maybe 3 inches before it died again.
Luckily, we had a back up lawn mower. (It's great having two sets of grandparents living right next to each other.)
Unluckily, we couldn't even get the back up lawn mower to start. Whoo!
So what did I do then? What I was taught to do since I was a wee child - Pray!
I closed my eyes, folded my arms, and said a silent prayer to myself, asking for help with the current situation.
Not even a minute later, I was able to get the lawn mower to start up and run for more than 3 inches. After that, It ran like a perfectly normal lawn mower. No more stalls, no more issues. No 5-hour lawn mowing project.
Prayer works, folks. God cares about you, even when you're mowing lawns.
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