|My friend Abe Lincoln wants to know if you'd do me a favor...|
I used to mow her lawn more regularly, but lately it's been hard enough tending to my own stuff, so I haven't been very attentive of hers. (Moving, planning a wedding, applying for jobs, buying a house, selling a house, and spending almost every weekend in Chicago takes up enough of my time.) Another neighbor does the large part of her front yard with a riding tractor mower, but it's too big to get into her tiny fenced-in back yard, and that's what needed mowing.
She knows I'm moving and getting married, and asked me about my house situation. I told her we were buying a house, and she asked if it was a fixer-upper or if it was move-in ready. I said the latter, and she responded, "Well, that's good, because I know you don't like to do much house maintenance." What the what? I just agreed to mow her lawn, and she's taking a dig at my homeowner skillz? I know it drives her crazy that I don't spend 10 hours a day on my yard like she does. Sorry, some of us have a life outside of our garden.
The conversation took a weird turn when she said how happy she was for me that I'd found love again and was moving on.
"God gave you a second chance," she said.
I nodded and smiled. I agree that I'm very lucky and I am thankful for all the great things in my life. I have more blessings than I can count. But do I believe that God gave me all those things? No. If I did, I could just as easily have responded to my rude lonely widowed neighbor lady with, "Yeah, it's too bad God doesn't give a shit about you."
(When I told Betrothed this story, she said, "God didn't give you a second chance. I did.")
But I don't believe God plays favorites. When good things happen, it's not a reward, and when bad things happen, it's not a punishment. It's just life. Sometimes you're the lawnmower, sometimes you're the grass. Or something like that.