HAPPY IN HIS WORK! By Lori A Alicea

He seemed so happy in his work.

An unassuming window washer brightening up the view of rooms overlooking an ocean through the crystal clear panes he sparkled that day; performing a task most prefer to hire out, yet doing so with a notable smile.4CB60941-5C85-4D22-A9A2-CD616CEC1C78

Exhausted from the weeks of our packing and barely mustering a smile while deep cleaning the stove, the joy of a window washer caused me to re-think my bad attitude with a comment of curiosity, ”You seem so happy in your work.”

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The son of a window washer responded as a high school sophomore beginning his career.

Charging a dollar a window back then to a business attorney, this student would pass an exam he didn’t know he was taking, and reap the rewards of a hard day’s work.

Impressed with a young man’s ethics, the honest attorney revealed a market place estimate of $800 for washing his windows; a salary he then paid to a high school sophomore.

Going forward as a regular customer, the attorney mentored this entrepreneur in the matters of business.

Now recently graduating with a degree in engineering,  I inquired of this young man’s business of washing windows.

Referring to the two apprentices he brought along that day, the window washer warmed my heart when he stated the business was being gifted to them; a husband and wife team he’d been mentoring in the matters of business; yes, sowing in another man’s field as an attorney once did for him.121F4CE7-1713-4723-974D-F0C2053AFE61

The seeds of a generous business attorney was now reaping a harvest into a third generation of window washers; all happy in their work.

I once read:

”If you do what you love, you’ll never work a day in your life.”

Words I believe must have been inspired by a high school sophomore washing windows.13B564DF-A1FF-490C-9AFD-4571EA96F134

PREPARE YOUR FIELDS FOR SPRING  By Lori A Alicea

Growing up in the Northwest region it was delightful for a little girl as a passenger in the back row seat with her window rolled down and wind at her face, to be mesmerized by farmers at the helm of their tractors,
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Land which stretched as far as the eye could see, I remember those heroes in overalls getting lost in my view as a flurry of blowing and kicking up dust into the afternoon glare of the sun, behind tractors tilling and plowing the fields.USE Till the land

From sunrise to sunset I dare not take for granted those years their backbreaking work at family farms passed down from generation to generation, with us enjoying the fruits of their labors at dinner.USE fields 3

Written in God’s Word is a poem titled:

A Time for Everything.

(an excerpt…)

There is a time for everything,
And a season for every activity under the heavens:

A time to be born and a time to die,
A time to plant and a time to uproot….
Ecclesiastes 3:1-2 NIV

Yes, farmers understand this season of seed time.
They celebrate this season of harvest.

Sowing and reaping for them is a journey of believing;
Walking blindly with God’s promises leading the way.

For we walk by faith, not by sight.
2 Corinthians 5:7 NKJV

It takes faith to believe our buried seeds will die and one day produce and yield bushels of its likeness.

A man reaps what he sows.
Galatians 6:7 NIV

Might we glean from the farmer’s fields for our own lives.

Remembering in the poem
A Time for Everything,

When it is our time to be born, our time to live,
There would be years of seed time and harvest,

Seasons of sowing our self into another man’s field, expecting a harvest in our own field when we do, because God’s promises remind us of this.

Seasons of planting God’s hope for a better day,

For healing,
For health,
For finances,
For prodigals…

In our children’s lives…
In our grandchildren’s lives…
In our neighbors and strangers alike…

In our own lives…

And during those impatient months and years when our harvest hasn’t even peaked above ground, our faith must continue believing for answered prayer; our eyes still envision the season of fall.

That in our posture of anxiously waiting at those fields appearing to be barren…
In our endless conversations and questions with God in our wondering…

Might we find rest in His promises,
Take heart when we are reminded,

The harvest of fall is coming,
If we prepared our fields at springtime.USE fields 4

Our barns would overflow as God promised if we did.

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