Yesterday I had the privilege to see my daughter "discover" fruit origins. Up to that point, she thought blueberries--and all other fruits--came directly from the store. My parents and I took the kids down to Persimmon Hill Farms to load up on the sweet little blue orbs. Although the day sweltered and bugs swarmed, that little picker never complained but meticulously plucked the blue ones, leaving the green berries behind. Of course, she probably ate more than she picked. What a joy to watch her experience something new.There's something fully satisfying about the simple task of picking fruit--a reminder of God's creative provision for his children. After all, he could have given us one or two fruits on trees, but he gave us a vast selection to enjoy.
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