Here where I live, the peaches are just beginning to roll in. The most recent batch given to us by our friend Gene from the local Thomas Orchards is disappearing fast at our house.
There’s no way to eat a peach without juice dribbling down your chin and pulp getting wedged between your teeth. But oh, it is so worth it.
You know a peach is perfect when you slice or bite into it, and the red tinged fruit literally falls away from the seed.
I might have to make another trip to the Orchard before the Fourth. Just can’t run out here.
One recent year, a hard frost on Easter, wiped out the tender buds. And come summer, we were scrounging around eating peaches shipped from across the country. Nothing wrong with that. But it just doesn’t compare to eating a peach that was hanging from a limb just a few hours before.
If you haven’t already, find a peach grown near you (or if you must, far away), sit down, enjoy every bite, and be thankful. If you live somewhere, they aren’t available, maybe you can feast in some way on the pictures.
From the Message: “Open your mouth and taste, open your eyes and see—how good God is. Blessed are you who run to him” Psalm 34:8. “You’ve had a taste of God. Now, like infants at the breast, drink deep of God’s pure kindness. Then you’ll grow up mature and whole in God” (I Peter 2:2-3).
God invites us to taste and know his goodness. Just one taste, and like that bite into the first peach of the season, you’ll want more. More of his Word. More of Him.
Isn’t it good to know that with God, you don’t have to worry about frosts coming or not having enough? With the one who invites us to taste, there’s always more.
And He is good.