Last week, I went out to check on my cherry thicket. [I can't say "tree" because there are too many of them...apparently they spread.] The young tree that produced well last, on the North side of the thicket, had a few cherries, but not many. I walked around to the East side, where I saw no cherries, and a bunch of dead branches on the original tree.
OK, so there were a FEW cherries. But you see what I mean, right? I was relieved, because we were headed into a heat wave, and I did NOT feel like picking cherries any time soon. But they are nice to have in the freezer, and they make great jam... hmm... Anyway, I wandered around to the south end of the bush...
A few cherries up high, but few enough that, if I let the birds have them, I would not have to feel too guilty. Right? I'm not sure what prompted me to go just a bit farther...but I did. And this is what I saw...
Millions of cherries! WAY too many to ignore...and then I suddenly was happy to have them. And it made me think about something very important. Perspective.
So many times in life, we think we know what's what.
We think we see the whole picture, just like I did right BEFORE I took those last few steps. [hey, this is getting even deeper than I planned...]
But we can't ever see the whole story. We only can ever see things from our perspective. We may go through scary times, or sad times, but we can't see what's around the corner. In my case this day, it was a whole BUNCH of red cherries that I was convinced were not there... [just FYI, earlier in the season, I did not see blossoms in that part of the bush, so I didn't expect cherries there. Obviously I missed something.]
I don't know about you, but I find this very encouraging. I am happy to believe that God has things under control, and I don't have to worry. I just get to pick the cherries.