Those who know me well, know that I’m allergic to sweat. When I do things that make me sweat, I have this weird reaction. I get really hot, my heart rate goes up,and the next day, my muscles ache. It’s weird! So most of the time, I avoid things that make me sweat. Lately, however, since Steve has been working so hard, I felt the least I could do was help mow the yard. As a lot of you already know, I was in my late thirties before I ever tried to mow a yard, and that resulted in bleeding and permanent scarring.
As a result of being allergic to sweat, I don’t have a lot of muscle, so cranking the lawn mower is a chore in itself. I pull as hard as I can with my right hand, my left leg flings out to the side, and I let out a loud grunt. Steve’s laughing his head off, and I’m bitter because it takes at least three tries! Once I get going though, I’m a mowing machine!
I do a lot of praying as I mow because I get scared when my allergic reaction starts to kick in. Everyone knows that allergic reactions could result in anaphylactic shock, which could result in death! Should that happen, y’all please don’t be angry with Steve. This whole thing is totally my idea. I’m willing to sacrifice it all just to help my husband.
I won’t to not only be a good helper to Steve, but a good servant to God, so from now on this will be my mantra. Work willingly at whatever you do, as though you were working for the Lord rather than for people. Colossians 3:23. Even when it could result in death!