Friday, July 22, 2016

The Wheelbarrow

When I was growing up, Daddy would spend Saturdays working in the yard. We kids would pick up twigs and leaves and put them in a wheelbarrow and take them to the brush heap at the back of the lot. Then he would put us in the wheelbarrow and push it back up the steep hill. Tired and sweaty as he was, I remember him chuckling as he would run up the hill with us bouncing in the wheelbarrow.

The next spring, we planted tomato plants in the rich soil where we had put all the decaying leaves. When summer arrived we had plenty of tomatoes, 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 fruitful garden.


Lady Jane said...

What a lovely memory to have of your dad. I love the analogy you formed between you dad and Our Father. Hugs, LJ

Susie said...

Karen, What a beautiful post. I love it. The story of your father is a wonderful sweet one to recall. Blessings for a great weekend, we are going to be hot and muggy..xoxo, Susie

Nonnie said...

That's a beautiful memory and analogy as well. Sweet.

Connie said...

Lovely story, Karen! I love the message you found within it too. Hope you have a nice weekend!

Theresa said...

Love this analogy and have similar memories of my Daddy! Have a blessed day dear Karen, HUGS!

Red Rose Alley said...

This was heartwarming, Karen. I love your stories. They are simple and true.

Have a pleasant weekend.


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