There’s this moment when you stand in front of the blackberries, gathering them into your hand, and you smell the sticky sweetness of them, and you burst with a thankful heart. You enjoy the taste even though you’ve heard more bad news than a soul can take: accidents and illnesses and even the death of a friend’s husband.
There’s this moment when you pick the second-harvest raspberries–the ones you weren’t expecting–and see your small glass bowl filling up that you realize the goodness of God’s creation and abundant, sweet provision.
There’s this moment when you realize that it’s going to be like this: you will have little moments of joy that ripen against a landscape of pain and loss and confusion. You will stand and gather the harvest each new day. And it will be enough to fill your bowl.