Green-yellow heavy orbs with golden-brown mottling are bending the boughs of the Keefer pear tree. The Honey bees are still in abundance, even though they are moving sluggishly in the cool late autumn days. They love the pears and guard them faithfully.
The Keefers are not the prettiest of fruit; they are large, hard, yet juicy. They soften long after hitting the ground. The time comes when I can wait no longer and with my husband wielding the knife ~ using force~ he peels, cores, and I chop, then boil or fry with sugar, cinnamon, and a squirt of lemon juice. Yummy! Pure nectar of nature, and it drips sticky juice onto my fingertips.
The simplest things are Spirit’s basic blessings; He gives blessings from food to nourish my body, and pleasure to my taste buds. He provides.
The gift of appreciation, He fills a need; using unique layers of color on a pear, He placates my eye’s desire to be teased and pleased. He satisfies.
Using an attribute of the Holy Spirit, we give aid to the gnarled Pear tree. Often old fence posts are added to prop up the heavily laden limbs, to add to their fruit bearing abilities. He strengthens.
Honey bees, have a grandfather, but no father; they are the only insect that feeds the human race. We are in awe of their flying acrobatics. He brings wonder.
Miracles are found in the consumption of the sweet honey: it is the Spirit’s energy booster gift, and it is an immune system builder, it speeds up metabolisms, and so much more. He preserves as He indwells.
The fruit of the tree and the bee can save a life, enhance a life, make life tasty and sweet.
Consider the Holy Spirit: the gift giver of eternity, the soul satisfier, the life strengthener ~ the wonder He is! He is our soul keeper. Taste Him, He is sweeter than honey; He will nourish more than the juiciest pear! All good things come from Him, and we can make the comparison, the connection, “God is good!”
The more aware I am of the Holy Spirit within, the more I am drawn to feast on His word.
Psalm 119:103 (NIV)
How sweet are your words to my taste, sweeter than honey to my mouth.
Photo by Rhea Riddle copyright 2014