Good fences make good what?

We live in a suburb. The town we live in was once ALL farm land. Every single tree was pretty much gone before most of the farmers sold out and the few trees that were still here, it seemed got cut down too by the developers. Now that being said, the developers planted these little stick tress when they built the houses. So, needless to say the wind howls around here as there are no tress to really block anything. Our fences suffer greatly from this. Actually, the same developers who built the houses and cut the last of the trees down, built the worse fences known to man. If you know anything about fences, you at least know that cement is required to put your posts in. They just dug some holes and put the posts in. So, we have added posts and rebuild practically all our fences, thanks to my Dad. He is wonderful. This week we have had high winds and of course our only "good" section of fence came down.

On Tuesday, I assisted my Dad in mending our fence. My husband had to work so I didn't mind helping. We put in new posts and re-nailed that section. (I'm one of those girls who doesn't mind getting in there and doing that work, in fact, I'm sure I got that from my Dad as I also do most of the lawn work. My Dad loves to do lawn work.) Anyway... our fences are now mended, until the next section begins to give away again. It is something we are continually watching. If we don't stay on top of the loose boards, then the entire section weakens and soon it is lying on the ground waiting for a complete overhaul.

As I think about it, I am reminded of my life in general. If I don't stay on top of those seemingly small boards that get loose, like not praying for my marriage or husband, or keeping up with the laundry or dirty dishes. Before too long there are problems. The whole "section" has fallen in to dis-repair. My marriage is suffering, my husband doesn't get encouraged and my household starts to fall apart. So... I am thankful for the reminder to keep up with everyday maintenance of my life.