Thursday, March 08, 2012
I do. Want to that is. And I suppose if someone prepared a wonderful variety and delivered it to me several times a day I might. Meanwhile, I don't.
Raised by a generation that was newly delighted with TV dinners and canned fruits and vegetables, i honestly don't remember meeting fresh fruit till I was a mom. Canned pineapple, peaches and pears were the variety that molded my youth. Maybe that's why I'm not hooked in to it now. (And sadly and with some embarrassment, I still love canned green beans)
Every morning as I brush my teeth and hand-deliver some handfuls of fresh, cold water to the awakened me, I thank God anew for the great stuff He made for us. I actually marvel at it. Water is high on my list of yummy things to be grateful for and most grateful I am.
I wonder if I could begin to view fruit - the gloriously fresh kind - as a gift from Him. Well, it is after all, and as such learn to appreciate it, maybe love it, and certainly seek it.
So far it isn't working. I'd appreciate any suggestions you might have to help me start loving the good growing stuff He made to keep us healthy.