The creatures eat every berry in the garden except this one. I’ll take it! I notice the rich growth around it, and how lush and green the leaves are. I would have expected so much more from this blackberry patch.
I think of all the endeavors that promise so much more, that seem like they’d be so fruitful. I think of what feels like stolen time or wasted effort.
But then I remember that one blackberry is perfect. I’ve learned all these years that the harvest doesn’t have to be magnificent numerically. The one tiny blackberry, in a single location, governed by God, matters more than a whole harvest outside of His plan for us.