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Yesterday’s autumn rain lingered all through the Lord’s Day, casting a quiet gloom over our hearts. And this morning, the backyard I had so carefully cleared was once again covered with leaves fallen from the neighbor’s oak. I didn’t feel like raking again, so I delayed until late afternoon.

Two hours of steady work, and I managed to gather five piles. As I stacked them by the roadside, I smiled to myself: “Well, I’ve moved another mountain today.”

And then it struck me—what grace it is to still have strength for daily tasks. Even in the repetition, even in the weariness, there is joy. The leaves fall again, and I rake again. But each time, I am reminded: this too is a gift.

 

 

Lord, thank You for the strength to do small things faithfully. In the rhythm of falling leaves and daily labor, remind me that Your grace meets me here. Let me not grow weary, but find joy in the quiet work You’ve entrusted to me.