"For I too am a man under authority, with soldiers under me. And I say to one, ‘Go,’ and he goes, and to another, ‘Come,’ and he comes, and to my servant, ‘Do this,’ and he does it.”
How much more the clockwork of our reality?
...and of ourselves? Of whose spirit do we play a part?
I grew parched, tired and exhausted and the charm of it began to wear off as we passed another corn field. I noticed how irate and grumpy I was growing, and I didn't want to feel that way. So I started praying to actively start shift my focus toward God when I glanced up and noticed the soft round dollops of red and yellow cherries hanging overhead just within reach.
The moment hit me like an oasis in a desert, No sooner had I started to thank him, did I have even more to thank the Lord for. These golden cherries, and their sweet offerings at that moment of time, of needs met, of salvation was not small, but very profound...
and there was nothing to get in the way of my joy in life with the Lord.
That cherry tree had such a lasting impression on me, Bowie loved the pitted cherries too.
Suddenly the walk was different, In a Spirit of Comfort, I reflected in thankfulness for that precious time in His Presence in the shade of a green and golden countryside.
I forget sometimes: That which is performed in time is provided for by He who commands it. And if we have faith in Him as the Prime mover, He will move through us in big ways.
Thankful for all the fruitful trees, bearing fruits of wisdom and wellsprings of love in our lives.
This Clockwork Garden of His delight.