If This Wagon Could Talk

Yesterday my husband and I enjoyed hiking at the Farmdale Reservoir. It was a lovely, sunny day, perfect for trekking through the woods.

We had never been to this spot of earth before and enjoyed exploring the terrain. We were blessed with scenes of a lovely flowing river, clear and whirling, ancient hedges with gnarling and winding branches and thorny locusts which gave us pause as we reflected, on this Easter weekend, of that crown of thorns our Savior wore. We were greeted by tiny, emerging purple flowers making their appearance through the crusty path, unique umbrella shaped green plants which we found quite curious, an occasional bird of prey soaring in the blue sky.

The woods were over-all, quiet. The occasional mountain biker or hiker would pass by with a smile and a word of hello. Smiles are a typical response when meeting up with fellow nature lovers out enjoying their beloved nature!

We saw a rickety deer stand, an old picnic table leaning upon a post and a rusty, antiquated, dilapidated "little red (once was) wagon".

That wagon stopped us in our tracks. What was it doing way out here? It somehow, seemed quite "out of place". And then I started to wonder...what would its story be "if it could talk"?

Was it at one time a shiny, prized gift under a decorated pine tree? Would it share of being the means of giggles and thrills of young children at play? Would it tell of being pulled by a weary mom with a delighted toddler in tow? Would it explain how it was used to haul a young explorer's rocks and sticks and treasures? Would it share of being used, maybe by an elderly soul to transport groceries from a nearby shop? Would it tell of being put aside, replaced by something newer and shinier, perhaps a banana seat bike and eventually a gas guzzling auto? But what is the story of where it is now? How did it get here? Why? Under what circumstance? Why was is simply abandoned? Where are those hands which once pulled on it's handle now?

Kind of interesting to go there! To wonder. To imagine and extrapolate.

It is intriguing at times to ponder time past, people that have come and gone, and the lives they've lived.

Pick an object that is part of your daily life today. Down the road, if someone "came upon it" and it could talk, what would it say?

Just being random here. What if inanimate objects that are around us could speak? What would they say? What would be the stories they would tell? If our "little red wagon" (or fill in the blank) could talk?

"Let your light shine before men in such a way that they may see your good works, and glorify your Father who is in heaven. Matt. 5:6