Daddy and the Wheelbarrow

When I was a child, Daddy would spend Saturdays working in the yard and I would “help” him. We would pick up twigs and leaves and grass clippings and put them in a wheelbarrow and take them to the compost heap at the back of the lot. Then I would beg him to put me in the wheelbarrow and push me back up the steep hill. Tired and sweaty as he was, I remember him chuckling as he would run up the hill with me bouncing in the wheelbarrow.

Later on 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 “refuse pile” 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




  1. Mildred said

    I can just see Daddy’s expression of delight to push you up that hill and it is comforting to think that God delights in “carrying” us too.

  2. lucy said

    What a beautiful analogy to ponder during my time of reflection.
    Our earthly fathers are in many ways representative of our Heavenly Father.

  3. What great memories you have of your father. And what a great analogy for out Father.

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