This is our scarecrow.
He has been our primary outside fall decoration for several harvest moons.
He has been through *IT*.
He's weathered thunderstorms and wicked downpours. He's lost a few pounds of fake straw after we had a week of gusty winds that would rival Kansas in May. When the dogs attacked him last year, they pulled what was left of his body through the yard and chewed on his bamboo *spine* like they had downed their first kill. We've even had confused crows take off with bits of him.
This frumpy guy has scared *the Halloween* out of us after we rounded the corner and forgot he was there. His smiling face can be quite eerie if you're not expecting to see it.
We've thought about tossing him out at least twice, only to rescue him from the garbage can and pull him together just *one more time.*
So on this perfect, beautiful fall day, my daughter and I spent some time rearranging him and piecing together salvaged bits of his fabric and straw. He didn't have much left. It took me some serious face focus not to show hopelessness to my daughter. His burlap pants were all but useless. We had about 17 pieces of straw left and the glue holding his hat to his head had yellowed and was separating from his face. I was just about to give up when my daughter says, "no matter what happens to him, he always has a smile on his face."
Wisdom. From a 10 year old.
Are we praising Him in our storms?
Are we still helping those who seem too far gone?
Are we still smiling through our troubles and realizing how blessed we really are?
Seeds to share:
Galatians 6:9 - Let us not become weary in doing good, for at the proper time we will reap a harvest if we do not give up.