Heavy fruit, wearily born

Lisa R. sent me this today.

Heavy Fruit, Wearily Borne-Day #48

I live across the street from a remarkable, old apple orchard. The trees are gnarled, and the fruit hangs heavy in the late summer. Sometimes, the branches, weakened from years of neglect, break from the burden of abundance.

Put yourself in the Creator's place for a moment. If you could "design a fruit" and call it grief, what would it look like? How much would it weigh? What kind of tree would it grow on?

Take a moment to think about that; maybe even take out some paper and a pencil, to draw your creation.

And, then realize you are the tree. Draw your branches strong, capable-and well-tended. I promise you, they will carry your burden without breaking.

Quotation for the Day:
"Sorrow is a fruit; God does not allow it to grow on a branch that it too weak to bear it." -Victor Hugo