Just Enough

Each new morning, the strawberry patch offers up a bowl full of ripe strawberries. It's just enough for smoothies, parfaits, a cobbler, or a pie.

Last year, we had to thin out the patch. We had so many berries that they rotted on the ground like Israelite manna stored up.

This year, I'm thankful for the just enough that neither rots nor boasts. 

God knew that a simple, daily supply would keep me coming back. He gives just enough, and I'm thankful.

I'll go out in the morning and gather more.