Bearing Fruit

We have been blessed with a plentiful crop of raspberries this year. Early one morning last week, my husband joined me to pick some for breakfast. As I plucked them quickly from their life source, I began noticing how full of character each berry was as I studied their design.

A raspberry.

Not a fancy building.

Not a classic car.

Not a designer sweater.

Simply a raspberry.

A small berry is just starting to take its shape, while the fully mature berry sits proudly next to it. Both look so different, yet they are attached to the same vine. It occurred to me that in order for this fruit to grow into a beautiful, strong and mature berry, it needed to be connected to the vine with a root system that would provide it life. I needed this reminder.

I am the vine; you are the branches. If a man remains in me and I in him, he will bear much fruit; apart from me you can do nothing. John 15:5

Two Days Later...

The same raspberry...disconnected from it's source of life - this is what happens to my heart when I choose not to stay connected to my Creator (my vine). Thankfully, God never lets me go.

Mommy, Will You Play Marbles With Me?

I responded with a "no" and continued to communicate my laundry list of tasks to her little face. Something caused me to stop. I decided to play for just 1 minute to appease her.

As we played, I found myself remembering something I had long forgotten. As a young girl, I was so fascinated with these colorful glass balls, that I would collect them. Different colors and sizes, I always found them so beautiful, so alluring. You could do so much with them - the possibilities were endless. I had forgotten how much I truly enjoyed them as a child. And now, here I was with my own child, playing a simple game of marbles watching her delight in them. While we organized them by color, I recounted my marble stories with her and she listened intently. At that moment, we had so much in common. A moment I only wish I could have been frozen forever.

And to think I almost missed it. Not only recalling the innocent joy of collecting marbles - but even more, seeing my daughter's joy and excitement all while playing a simple game of marbles. Stopping midst the busyness was the best thing I could have done.

Elizabeth, will you play marbles with me?

Toadal Laughter

Never knew a toad could bring so much joy to the face of a child. Something that feels so strange, yet brings such delight. His bumpy and slimy body squirming to get away, this little creature has no idea that he is being held by the hands of a sweet boy who wants to play with him. A simple moment between an unsuspecting toad and a very curious little boy.