A Trash Can Moment

I wish I had a photo of this one for you... but I couldn't get my phone out of my pocket!

I was bringing in the garbage cans from the street yesterday. Asher ran out to meet me so that he could help. It's our weekly pattern. He's actually close to being strong enough to handle one all on his own.

But this week was different. Ethan came tottering out to the end of the driveway, and with arms raised and a squeal of exuberance he made it clear that he wanted to help too! So I lowered the handle another 18 inches so that he could grasp it and the three of us slowly rolled that can back to its home.

I was loving every moment. A proud dad with my cute boys who want to help out. Even though my legs were burning from walking crouched and holding the can at that awkwardly low angle, I was happy right down to my toes.

Isn't that how God must feel about including us in His plans? Of course He could do it all by Himself! But where would the fun be in that?