Something wonderful happened. I was talking to dear friend, and I learned of her love of pear jam. But not just any pear jam—a pear jam with no cinnamon or extra spices. This particular jam is apparently really hard to find.
I had been thinking about my friend and all the ways she was trusting and relying on God through a difficult season. I had been thinking about all her wisdom and how much she blesses me whenever we talk. In the back of my mind, I kept thinking that maybe one day, I would find that special pear jam to send to her.
Pear jam.
The next day, I was talking to another friend in another part of the country who happened to make jam. I don’t know why, but I told her about my other friend and her love of pear jam. And then, God began to orchestrate something. My jam-making friend just happened–that very week–to receive a random delivery of pears from her daughter. Right there on the counter, the pears sat, waiting to be a blessing. She thought she might make some pear jam. But who would want pear jam?
I told her about my friend. I told her about the pear jam with no spices. My friend went to work.
So my jam-making friend made the pear jam with no spices and prayed it would somehow taste exactly like the kind my other friend loved. She made the jam and mailed the jam off across the country.
My friend received her jam and said, “I don’t know how you did it, but this is the taste I really like.” I smiled. My jam-making friend smiled. And I marveled at a God who can arrange anything He wants to delight us, to bless us, to send us a treat we will really like.
Whenever I see a basket of pears, I shall think of the God who cares about giving pear jam to one of His dearly loved children. It’s true what scripture says: He does satisfy our desires with good things (Psalm 103). He does richly provide things for our enjoyment (1 Timothy 6:17).
And that is my story of pear jam and God’s love for my friend.