Plump, ripe brambles. Such a bounty at this time of year.
They’ve been harvesting these flavoursome berries for a few weeks in Angus. As
I walked this morning, I scoured the verges to see if I’d missed our own wild
harvest here. Relieved to find that although some are black, many remain red
and scrawny. More sun please.
Fruits ripen at different rates, dependant on many factors:
warmth, rainfall, sunshine, wind. Filled with the Spirit, we want to see the
fruits of the Spirit developing within us for others to enjoy. Some take longer
than others to mature. I remember the familiar anecdote about the woman who
prayed fervently for more patience, only to find her children more challenging
than ever. God was simply providing the perfect environment in which the fruit
could ripen – or wither. The woman’s attitude would make the difference there.
What’s my attitude today? As I cry out for one thing or
another, am I prepared to find that the way to maturity isn’t always basking in
the sunshine – though it might be!
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