Fingers stained with His love and care, she is mindful of the attention to details that went into His creation. Clustered globes filled with sweet nectar.
Her example is good for me, I get lost in the monotony of chores and discipline and am more mindful of the seeds than the flesh that is refreshing and brings life.
They don’t even mind the fire ants and the thorns, they are mesmerized by what is beautiful and good and perfect. I trip over laundry on the way to a sink full of dishes, not even thankful for the clothing we have and the food that once graced those dirty plates. 
They remind me that God’s goodness is everywhere, if I am mindful of it.
Sometimes it is even in a dog’s kiss.
Or, maybe not.
But even when I am too exhausted to give thanks and the kids are still needing to be hushed an hour after they were kissed goodnight, these are the memories that need to be preserved.
Literally. 
Because it is easy for me to forget the sweetness of His great love.
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Wow, SUCH a beautiful post...
We picked our own fruit last week too. Isn't it wonderful??
love this post...
thank you for sharing
Very well said...and it makes me yearn for berry picking! Though I did find some wild blueberries while camping last weekend :)
So beautiful, and so true! Her example is good for me too! :)
That was truly poetic.
Thanks for the reminder to not take such tender mercies for granted. Rejoice in my children's fresh eyes of wonder.
That is great, I miss berry picking when I was a kid - my Dada used to take me all the time!
:)
Tammi
http://www.myorganizedchaos.net/2010/06/wordless-wednesday-twins-in-love/
Gorgeous, all of it.
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