Golden blossom blows across the driveway. Flowers which were
once beautiful, now withering on the ground. Some flowers are transforming on
the trees into fruit which we – or the pigeons – will enjoy in a month or two.
Others leave behind simply a dessicating residue of brown.
We flower. We wither. We can choose to leave behind fruit
for others to enjoy. The fruit that lasts is the fruit that God grows in our
lives. All that’s needed of us is a life surrendered to him.
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