Saturday, September 28, 2013

Daddy and the Wheelbarrow

I remember Fall days long ago. Daddy would work hard in the yard all morning on Saturdays and of course, we kids were a BIG help. We would pick up twigs and rake leaves and put them in a wheelbarrow and take them to the brush heap at the back of the lot. Then we would beg him to take turns putting us in the wheelbarrow and pushing us back up the steep hill. Tired and sweaty as he was, I remember his chuckle as he would run up the hill with one of his children bouncing in the wheelbarrow.

We planted tomato plants in the rich soil where we had put all the decaying leaves from seasons past. There were more than enough tomatoes, plenty for canning, and enough to give away.

I see a picture of Father God in this story. Every day He carries us and He does it with great delight. Our Father makes something beautiful even out of the brush heap of our mistakes and wrong turns. When God has brought us through a time of grief, a trial, or a failure, then He uses us to encourage someone else. What was a compost heap, becomes a beautiful garden.

"He makes all things beautiful in His time."
Ecclesiastes 3:11


Denise said...

Oh that He takes delight in us! By faith we can view ourselves as God views us…as His child; loved, forgiven, and cleansed. This is definitely something we have to pass on to others! :)

Blessings and love!

Daisy said...

Wonderful story and analogy, Karen. Enjoy your weekend!

living from glory to glory said...

He does make all things beautiful in HIS time. It is just learning to wait and be still and keep our hearts open to His moving!
Have a wonderful day!!
Blessings, Roxy

Joy said...

That is really true. Coz i was a garbage . Very filthy, no hope. But he restored and cleansed me and made me whole.
What a great God we have:)

Mia De Vries said...

Dear Karen
What a wonderful way to remember your father. It is so true that our Heavenly Father delights over us with singing and He loves spending time with His children.
Blessings XX

Pamela said...

It's beautiful to find our Heavenly Father in our earthly fathers. I love the picture of your father running up the hill,you bouncing in the wheelbarrow.

Esther Joy said...

Love that sentence: "What was a compost heap, becomes a beautiful garden."

Karin said...

So beautifully written! Very meaningful!

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