In the Short Rows
After a long hard day, most of us look forward to work in the short rows.
In the short rows means we are almost finished.
We have a certain amount of work to do, and the end is in sight.
How well I remember hoeing weeds out of our garden as a child. We had long hard rows to hoe – much work to complete. A few rows on the edge of the garden were shorter than most. Those were our favorites.
We usually look forward to reaching the short rows.
For many people Thursday and Friday are in the short rows of their work week. They look forward to those last two days before the weekend.
Other short rows include:
- Authors writing the last pages of a book
- Long distance drivers nearing the end of their journey
- Children waiting for the last days of school
If we love what we do, we also enjoy our long rows.
Rest helps when we tire. Yet, every day becomes an adventure. We don’t believe the grass is greener on the other side. We find joy in our own garden spot of the world.
My cousin Iva loves to garden. Family and friends love when he shares his garden goodies. He sets a good example in both his work and his generosity.
Look for joy in every moment, whether in long or short rows.
“Whoever works his land will have plenty of bread, but he who follows worthless pursuits will have plenty of poverty” (Proverbs 28:19 ESV).
Thanks to Emily Akin for the suggestion and to Jewell Withers Wade for the photo.
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4 thoughts on “In the Short Rows”
Sometimes it takes a little age on us to really appreciate the hard work of those rows. And what a great feeling to look up from an especially difficult row to see someone headed up from the end, to help us complete it!
How true on both counts, Betty. Thank you for your role in a wonderful, supportive writing community.
Love this saying, Diana. Thank you for introducing it to us.
My pleasure, Gail. Growing up with a dad who did organic gardening, I know this one well!