Serving God Out of Love

My dad was a hard worker on our farm and in the factory but not necessarily a handyman. Sometimes when a tractor or furnace or plumbing failed, a neighbor or friend would offer to fix it. Dad offered to pay even though he knew he couldn’t afford as much as they deserved. But they wouldn’t accept anything; they just loved to help. He would gratefully say, “Thanks. Until you’re better paid.” I’m not sure what he meant. Maybe he or someone else would do something