Fruit
When autumn came, my fruit was golden and juicy. I was excited when the Farmer came to see me. I had grown strong because of His tender watchfulness. I thanked Him for His kind attention. He smiled, and took down the ripest fruit, the first fruits. He bit into it, and the juice ran down His beard. He smiled and told me it was sweet and delicious. He ran His comforting rough hands over my scarred trunk, scars that had made me stronger, my bark tough and resistant.
Galatians 5:2-24~ “But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, self-control; against such things there is no law. And those who belong to Christ Jesus have crucified the flesh with its passions and desires.”
Gifts to the Poor
A young woman watched us from the gate. She had two young children with her. They exhaled the cold autumn air in vapors and shivered in the brisk wind. They wore ragged clothes and admired my fruit. The Farmer smiled at me, and put in a basket my ripest, sweetest fruit, and with it, fed the poor.
Psalm 9:18~ “For the needy shall not always be forgotten,
and the hope of the poor shall not perish forever.”
The End
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