With a loud screech of metal against metal, the riding lawnmower blades came to a shuddering stop. I knew exactly what the problem was…I’d run over a piece of wire from the old electric fence and it was tangled in the mower blades. But identifying the problem and knowing how to fix it were two different things.
After 33 yrs of sharing tasks, it’s hard when everything becomes your responsibility…especially the things that weren’t yours before. I’d not driven a mower in years and had to get my son to teach me how to handle it. Every time I’d need to crank it, I’d have to call him to go over the steps one more time. Then when it wouldn’t crank I’d have to call and be walked through the terrifying (to me anyway) steps of hooking up the battery cables to jumpstart the battery.
It’s embarrassing to feel so helpless, but I called again to ask what I should do now. He said he could drive 5 hrs to come fix it for me or I might drive it up a couple of the wide front porch steps and try cutting away the wire.
It was scary to drive the mower up the steps, but I did it. Then I lay down on the ground and looked under the mower. The wire was twisted and wrapped from every direction at least a dozen times around the blades. I just stared at it for a while…there was no way to untangle the mess. It looked totally unfixable.
So I decided I’d just start clipping wire every place I could get the wire cutters to reach. Even if it didn’t make sense to clip it at that spot, I’d clip it anyway. There was a small space on the top where the clippers could reach through. And a little space on the side where I could see part of what I was doing. But I had to do most of the clipping sight unseen. I’d touch the wire with my left fingers to position the clippers with my right hand. Then I’d hold the wire from under the mower and clip through the space from the top.
After numerous cuts, it felt wonderful to see little pieces of wire begin dropping off. And eventually, after a couple hours of clipping, every single last piece of wire came off.
I was sweaty and dirty and incredibly proud of myself. The unfixable and tangled wire bore strong resemblance to how my life felt at that time. And each little clip represented the importance of just doing the next thing. I couldn’t see how life could ever be good again, any more than I could see how all of that wire could be removed.
But all the wire came off.
Your own ears will hear him.
Right behind you a voice will say,
“This is the way you should go,”
whether to the right or to the left.
Isaiah 30:21
