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| Strawberry from patio |
It has been a hot summer. I won't say a long, hot summer, because Summer is my 2nd favorite season of the year (after Spring). I'm not quite ready for it to be over. But have you noticed the days are already getting shorter? It is so subtle, but definte. Last night, it seemed darker at the dinner table. That was when I came to the realization that the seasons are indeed changing. Such a small difference has so many implications. Nothing stops changes from coming.
Which brings me to my strawberry. My tiny, red strawberry. One little lingering, late summer reminder of the excitement that went into my spring planting. I enjoyed watching the buds turn into blooms, until finally, the shape of little strawberries formed. I thought they would grow bigger. I had dreams of filling jars of homeade jam, or slicing huge strawberries and tossing them with feta into a nice crunchy garden salad. Alas...this is what I got, all season long. A little berry here, a half-eaten berry there. But that's okay. It doesn't take away from the joy I gained by planting something, watering it, and having it yield fruit. Maybe it's not as big, or juicy as my neighbors' berries. But I won't let that stop me from doing it all over again next year and hope for a better yield.
Spiritually, I pray I will always yield good fruit. I hope my relationship with the Lord grows richer and deeper. And I pray that I will always treat spiritual planting, feeding, and watering with the vigor of Springtime. Because as tiny as my strawberry may be, it will mean all the difference to my vanilla icecream!
Peace.
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| Hand stamped birthday card using Hero Arts stamp and Echo Park Paper. |
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