I look upon the peach tree heavy laden with fruit. Its branches dipping down to the ground, weighted by the fruit. I can't help but wonder if its branches will snap under the weight of the fruit, or if it can bear the weight for a few more days as it finishes ripening. I pick a few unripened peaches hoping to give the tree some relief.
Looking at those peaches on the counter this morning, I wonder if I should have left them on the tree. They would have ripened better and produced a sweeter taste than they will produce by ripening in the house. I was hasty, I should have known the tree could handle the weight of the fruit.
How often do I try to unload the weight of my struggles upon my husband? The answer to that is all too frequently. God created me to be a helpmeet to my husband. To help bear his struggles, not for him to bear mine. God promises in his word that he will not force me to bear any burden that He will not also give me the strength to carry through. I broke, today, I spoke hastily out of tiredness. My branches broke because I had not given them the support they needed or the nourishment from God's Word that was necessary to bear the weight.
Life is not a burden, my children are not burdens, but when I neglect to drink of the living water daily and bask in the glory of God, I can not produce the sweet fruit that others long to taste.
Looking at the peach tree, with it's fruit almost ripe, I can almost taste the peach and feel the juice dripping down my chin. Yes, I am eager to taste of the fruit of this tree. Are others eager to taste of the fruit of Christ's salvation by what they see growing in my life?
