Saturday, August 8, 2015

Dearest God,

All five human senses point us to you.  Our eyes give us a vision of your grace in progress.  Our ears give us the sound of your song.  Our nose gives us the sweet scent of heaven.  Our taste gives us the sweet taste of joy.  Our touch gives us the feel of your hand. What precious gifts these are!

Our state lost all its peaches because of the brutal winter in Maine.  My friend and I were both disappointed because we make peach jam and butter and can peaches for the cold winter months.  However, when I returned to Indiana to visit a sick friend, I bought South Carolina peaches and brought them back to Maine.  I gave half to my friend who was thrilled and saved the rest to put up myself. 

As we drove the thousand miles from one state to the other, I regularly checked the smell of the peaches.  I knew when that aroma began to permeate the air, they would be ripening and I would have to worry about spoilage.  As it turned out they traveled very well.

As I looked at the peaches, I kept thinking how beautiful they were.  Every time I held one in my hand, I began to drool just thinking about the delicious taste of the first bite.  I could imagine the soft squish ringing in my ears.  But more than anything I thought about your goodness, your creative touch bringing together all the elements to create a peach, a firm, round, yellow, wonderful peach and I gave thanks.

Loving God,
thank you
for the senses,
that marvelous
communication system
that reminds us
of the
Master's touch.
Thank you
for peaches.
Thank you
for love
that makes it all.

Always, Andrea