(These are simply stories and not a how-to article.)
“We must work the works of Him who sent Me, as long as it is day; night is coming, when no man can work” (John 9:4).
My grandson Grant might have been 5 years old. Frequently, on my off day that summer, I would pick him up and we would spend the day together. We would go to the park and feed the ducks or head to the playground. Sometimes, we visited the zoo and later the playplace at our favorite McDonald’s.
That day, he agreed to go with me to pick blueberries.
Now, to get from the city–we live in the western part of metro New Orleans–to the country is a drive of an hour minimum. And to get to Talisheek, Louisiana, added another 30 minutes to the trip. Grant was buckled into the back seat and we talked all the way. From time to time, he wanted to know, “How much longer?” I soon decided this might have been a little more than he needed.
Eventually, we arrived at the blueberry farm. It’s a self-service thing where you take a plastic bucket and go in any direction. Later, you weigh up the product and leave money, so much per pound, in a slotted box.
Grant and I got our ball caps on, rubbed on some sun screen, grabbed our plastic buckets, and headed out into the field.
“Grandpa, this is fun.” I was glad to hear that. The long drive faded in his memory, apparently. That was good because the ride home would be just as long.