Perspective

A young hillbilly is working at the farm this week helping to clear the edge of our fields. He is smart, hardworking and polite. We are enjoying his company as he works and eats with us each day. The other night I asked him, “How do you like your steak?” He replied, “I don’t know. I’ve never had a choice.”. He wasn’t complaining but rather answering based on the reality of having a dozen siblings. When you grow up in a big family, there’s little room for picky eating or custom (aka entitled) eating or expectations I laughed and appreciated his heart and attitude He’s 20 and such a stellar young man. It’s been my pleasure to cook for him this week and I think we’ve all enjoyed the stories and conversation around the dinner table.

Last night, after work I arrived home early enough to go watch the men in motion. Here’s where I found my guy. He was trimming a dead or nearly dead tree. I laughed looking at his perspective as he works to beautify a literal forest, one tree at a time! He was tired and cold but happy. The hard work fuels his soul just like our young contractor.

When food, hard work and God’s gifts are appreciated perspectives are interesting and optimistic. The fruits of labor are sweeter too. What a joy!