It takes so long.
I get so dirty.
Then I have to store them.
Lord, why do we have all these berries?
Can you believe how quickly I can forget my longing for a berry garden? Can you believe how quickly joy and celebration turn to complaint and drudgery?
So very quickly.
For years, we lovingly cared for the soil, the new shoots, and the blossoms. We expertly staked and fed and watered and waited.
Strawberry Patch |
Blackberries On the Way |
Raspberries Just Emerging |
Blueberries! |
Oh, how I need a Savior! The human heart wants what it does not have and balks at it when it gets it. We can turn every gift into a burden. We can turn every blessing into a complaint.
As I pick strawberries and see the red juice stain my fingers, I recall how quickly the thing we long for consumes us, becomes too much, and sours in our hands.
Even the berries carry the curse.
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Do you often complain about the very thing you asked to have?
2 comments:
"even berries carry the curse"
and awareness the cure.
Oh, what I wouldnt do for a berry! I used to pick them at Grandmas. Here in the high Rockies, they arent the same.
Your illustration is a good one. We often despise the things we love the most...
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