Happy Word Filled Wednesday,
This is a picture of thee inside of my little garden cart. Gettin pretty sad isn't it?
Over the weekend it hauled several more loads of debris to the burn pile. That is; until I realized, more was fallin out the bottom than staying inside. I finally rolled it to the shop, and parked it. Hubby came out and kinda shook his head when I asked him if he would please fix it. Instead, he bought me a new one at the farm store Sunday afternoon. Both are now parked out back. But the rusted out one... served yet one more purpose: poster child for today's scripture picture.
My step Dad knows I like old things and brought this home for me when he worked at a recycle place. As much as I've enjoyed and "used" this ole cart, it's a good reminder that all things come to an end.................................eventually.
Lately, there's been a lot of wishful thinking going on inside my garden book. ~ Apart from lists for more seed and plants , are lists of things I want to buy or make to add to this space that delights me so. A bird bath, a butterfly house, and a little table and chair. But- truth is... flowers fade, grass withers, wood rots, garden books fall apart,
and rust eats away at even the most charming of tools.
My real treasure's not found in any of these things at all, and can never be taken away.
"But store up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where moth and rust do not destroy and where thieves do not break in and steal." Matthew 6:20
Where's your treasure?