What’s On the Inside
Today’s entry is brought to you by the Little Red Hen:
Over the past several days, I profoundly learned the sentiment
behind several idiomatic expressions. Cherries
make for good teachers.
Picking all that I planned on using myself and then turning
around to do anything productive with them is in fact a time-consuming process;
time-consuming processes allow ample space for contemplation.
I put on my shoes. I
got the bucket and the ladder. I walked
out to the tree. I picked. I discarded the bad. I de-stemmed.
I washed. I pitted. I divided into groups – freeze, jam, crumble. I bagged.
I chopped, stirred, and jarred. I
fixed crumble topping and baked. I
washed my hands. I ate.
First and foremost, let’s be thankful for orchardists and
anyone picking fruit (and God’s good green earth). Secondly, I used to understand the term “low-hanging
fruit” primarily in a sales context; I now appreciate it in a literal context.
Thirdly, on a less lovely note, many of the cherries – like more
than half – had little worms in them.
Beautiful crimson, wine-colored, and blood-red cherries. Plump.
Ripe. Juicy. Easily picked. And yet, they had worms in them. Wiggly, ugly things ruining the sweet inside. After sifting through and all the effort, it
makes you appreciative of the ones that are protein-free.
In real life, sorting through a few cherries is no matter to
me. I’m glad as can be for delicious
fresh fruit. But in the time spent
sifting and picking out the ones with those little bastards, I couldn’t help
but think about how it’s about what’s on the inside that counts. “For man looks at the outward appearance, but
the Lord looks at the heart.”
People are certainly a lot like fruit, aren’t they?
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#whatsontheinside #inside #symbolisim #Lordlooksattheheart
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