I love it when God shares object lessons with me. This past Saturday, I went into the hedgerow beside our house where hundreds of blackberry and raspberry bushes are, to go pick the ripe fruit.
God taught me two very valuable lessons.
Lesson one: Do what God prompts me to do WHEN He prompts me to do it as it will be much easier than when I finally get around to it. I really should have gone out in the early spring and cleaned out the weeds and vines around them so I could actually get to them without a lot of stomping, cutting, clipping, tripping, and getting lots of thorns in my skin...some big, some tiny hairs that had to be dug out with a needle. It is Tuesday and I am still finding the tiny ones. I know there are thorns and you can't have berry pie without some sacrifice...but this day was worse.
Lesson two: As I was bandaging my hands after taking out the thorns, I realized that my right hand was beaten up much worse than my left. I am right handed, so that hand picked the berries, did the cutting, pulling, breaking off while my left hand had held onto my picking pail or gingerly held a tiny spot on a bush or old berry plant so I could cut it down. The lesson is that if we are fruit bearers for the Lord, we will be cut, bruised, beaten up, pierced, and bloodied sometimes. If we are not, we escape most of that, but the fruit we yield will be small.
Oh, there is a role of supporters and behind the scenes helpers, I understand that...but to be a fruit bearer is what we are called to be by our precious Lord.
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