A Labor of Love

This is the flagstone patio my little brother made for me years ago.

He did not just go buy a pallet of flagstone,

he drove out to the mountains and gathered it himself!

And you know that stuff is not just laying on the side of the road.

It was down steep banks....He climbed down, and carried each piece up....

 over and over, till he had enough for this 10x10 area.

It was a true labor of love.

 Here is the patio today.

It has not changed much.

The leveling job he did lasted well,

though the moles have tried several times over

the years to make it an uneven mess.

 The garden area around it does not look much different

but it has grown up, been cleaned out,

 and grown again several times over the years.

There is a bit more moss on this old cement bench...

but still home to the same bunnies as before.

It is truly something I love, and have enjoyed for so many years.

But even more than the patio itself,

is the blessing of knowing it was made  with so much love.

So, my thought, after all this, is, how much labor am I willing to put in for the Lord?

And, am I doing it with love......

Cause, whatever I do in love, whether big or small,

will bless our Lord's heart, and make Him smile.

blessings on your day everyone.

barb