Blessed in the giving
This day his hands rest in the groove as he smiles on at the group filling his front yard. They have come to serve, and he accepts the blessing.
They move straight into the working as all bend low to rip away the neglect that grew right into the heart of the yard. I see them pouring out, and his smile speaks of one heart that is being tended to.
I look around and see this act of serving, and I feel the truth of it in my own smile. It is more blessed to give than receive.
The sun slowly pulls the light from day but the hearts who gave shine bright. And he sees it all from his seat on the porch, the beauty of light.
New International Version (NIV)