Faith to Move Mowers

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by Brenda

Summers in Texas are hot. The outdoors feel a bit like when you open an oven door and lean in too quickly only to have your eyelashes curl up from the blast of hot air. For a good part of June, July and August the residents of this state race from air conditioned home to car, car to office, and back again. You do not spend any amount of time in the open; I think you might actually melt, which in my case would probably result in a puddle of butter on the sidewalk.

Starburst and Beach Grass On Turquoise free creative commonsOne of the only benefits from living in this furnace is that for 3 months of each year you don’t have to mow your lawn. A few minutes after the temperature reaches the “hell’s kitchen” level on the thermometer, all your grass cries uncle, turns brown and stops growing. No matter how much water you sprinkle it with it just lays there playing dead.

The same is not true in the spring and autumn months of the year. During that time lawns make up for lost time by pretending they are located in the Amazon Forrest. They are green, lush, and if you watch long enough you can see them growing.

Last year April found my hubby, who I lovingly refer to as Buns, and I out on our little re-creation of Brazil having a discussion about the lawn mower. Apparently if you turn a mower upside down to clean out all of the grassy gunk underneath oil pours into the gas tank and it will refuse to start. Who knew?

We loaded our ailing mower up and hauled it to the local small engine repair shop so that we could be charged $100 bucks for being silly. Only a short 46 ½ days later they called to tell us that the repairs were complete. By this time the heat of summer had showed up with a vengeance and so we put the mower in the shed to wait it out.

In September when the grass resurrected itself and had grown so high that the neighbors could no longer see our front door, I broke down and got the mower out to take care of the wilderness that was our yard. Amazingly enough, after sitting for 3 months it wouldn’t start. Buns tried, my teenage sons tried, the missionaries who were passing by on their bikes tried, our next door neighbor, the postman and even the lady walking her Shih Tzu came over and gave a couple of pulls on our obnoxious machine. No dice.

True to my stubborn nature I refused to give up. Vainly, I pulled and pulled on that mower until my face took on the hue of a ripe tomato. Huffing and puffing and growing angrier by the minute I finally kicked it nearly breaking my toe.

“Brenda,” Buns said in his most soothing voice, “it’s time to give it up.” The only answer he got back was an aggravated, “Arrggghhhh!!!!”

I stood there on the brink of absolute fury. “I just spent $100 on this piece of garbage and our yard is starting to look like Honey Boo Boo lives here!” That and some other thoughts that aren’t suitable for print cascaded through my mind.

Finally, I realized that my teenage sons were witnessing my mental meltdown. This was not exactly the best way to model controlling your temper.  I took some deep breaths and gave a couple of more pulls on the cord, still nothing. I then thought, “If my dad was here he would be able to fix this.” My dad was a mechanical genius and passed away a few years ago.

Anger and frustration finally inabout his hands check, I stood there in that yard and the idea came to me that if faith could move mountains then it certainly could start a lawn mower. I said a silent prayer in my head and while doing so exerted every bit of faith I had. I said, “Father, I’m sorry I got angry. Please help this lawn mower to start. We are the only Mormons in our community and everyone in town knows we live here. I’m trying to beautify this little piece of Zion. Please help me.”

When I opened my eyes nothing happened. I gave a couple of more pulls on the cord and the mower did not spring miraculously to life. “Ok,” I thought, “this probably isn’t up there on God’s list of stuff that makes any difference and I’m alright with that.”

Just as I was about to walk away a very clear thought popped into my head. “Pump the choke three times, count to ten, and then pull hard.” Startled, I immediately questioned this thought. “Is this me or something else?” Again the thought, “Pump the choke three times, count to ten, and pull hard.”

In that moment I felt my dad standing next to me, just like he had done the countless times I had worked with him in the past. I hesitantly followed the instructions.

The mower belched out a huge cloud of black smoke and roared to life.

I stood there with a stunned look on my face and watched my husband and boys levitate into the air, they were so shocked by the noise. “What happened?” they yelled across the yard.

“I’m pretty sure grandpa just helped me fix the mower,” I said with a laugh. All I got in reply was raised eyebrows.

Joseph Smith taught that “The spirits of the just…are not far from us, and know and understand our thoughts, feelings, and emotions.” I have no doubt that dad was close by that day. He did know how to fix that mower and was allowed to help me in my time of need.

It’s not often that my prayers are answered so quickly and directly but that experience taught me an essential lesson. I know that prayers are heard and that they are answered, they really are. And if Heavenly Father loves me enough to be aware of something as minor as a problem with a lawn mower, then how much more help must He send when the real trials of life come along.

There really are angels bearing us up, and they are people who know and love us. How grateful I am to know that.

“I will go before your face. I will be on your right hand and on your left, and my Spirit shall be in your hearts, and mine angles round about you to bear you up.” -Doctrine and Covenants 84:88

How have members of your family who have passed beyond the veil blessed your life?

About Brenda

Brenda (Truth, Beauty, & BLT’s) is the mother of four tremendous children and wife to a very patient and witty man she lovingly calls “Buns”. She enjoys flying kites, thinking about things that make her brain hurt, and is pretty good with a slingshot. She spends her time searching for truth, beauty, and humor wherever she can find them.

9 Responses to Faith to Move Mowers

  1. jendoop says:

    This post reminded me of a post by Bonnie a while back: http://realintent.org/the-road-is-long

    I had a similar moment with my Grandma, who died when I was a baby so I don’t remember my interactions with her in life. Today I needed a reminder of that moment with her, and encouragement that angels attend. Thank you.

  2. Nick Galieti says:

    Buns? Is there any “back” story there?

  3. Paul says:

    Brenda, awesome story; how wonderful you could connect with your dad in this way, and that you shared it with us.

  4. Liz C says:

    A bit indirectly, but we’ve long felt that my great-grandmother (who was my best friend for the first 18 years of my life and last 18 years of hers) has a small cottage with a nice flowery garden in Heaven, and takes care of the dear little creatures who leave our lives too soon. Because we talk about Grandma Fern quite often, my kids consider her in the present tense, having confidence that she really is just a half-step sideways into the eternities.

    I love knowing that our loved ones remain close to us; there really are connections that cross all boundaries of time and space!

    • Brenda says:

      You know Liz, the more I learn and experience the closer I realize our loved ones really are to us. The Egyptians believed in the “unseen world” that was all around us, interacting with the world we see and experience. They were really on to something there. I was really intrigued by what Elder Scott said last conference about being able to strengthen relationships with those beyond the veil. It is wonderful to think about.

  5. Melissa says:

    Brenda,

    Thank you for writing this. My friend shared this with me on FB. I am grateful she did! My Daddy died a little over a week ago and I am having a hard time with this. I hear him over and over telling me he is with me and okay, but I miss him. It’s hard for a girl to loose her Daddy. That is all I keep saying these days.

    • Brenda says:

      Melissa, I’m so glad this little story reached you. My heart is with you, losing dad was one of the most difficult things I’ve ever gone through. Thankfully as time went on I had many different experiences where I could feel him supporting and helping me along. He was always there when I really needed him and the testimony I had of the Plan of Salvation was such a comfort. I know that it will be for you too. Families are forever, it is truth, hang on to that.

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