Rake Balancing

The two large trees that obscure our house from the street produce many, many leaves. In the fall, these leaves invariably fall to the ground [maybe that's why it's called fall?]. Every few days throughout this season, these leaves must be raked into piles before being 'vacuumed' by the lawnmower to compost.
Personally, I don't particularly enjoy raking. It's all right, but I'd rather walk around balancing the rake upside-down on my hand.
Whenever I do this, I'm reminded of Colossians 3:2, "Set your mind on things above, not on things on the earth."
When I stare at the handle of the rake, resting in my palm, I can keep it balanced for about three seconds. When, however, I watch the tongs of the rake wobbling slightly in the air, I can dance around adjusting the position of my hand to keep the rake upright much longer. With comparative ease, I make it hop from hand to hand or finger to finger.
As long as I keep my eyes heavenward, the rake stays balanced, but when my eyes drop to myself, the rake crashes to the ground.