It is apple season in our part of the country. Many people flock to the mountains to
purchase their favorite variety of apple.
Our favorite is pink lady. They
are a late crop and well worth waiting for.
The rosy pink color on the perfectly smooth surface covers a crisp, tart
yet sweet delight. It is truly the apple
of our eye!
This year a friend shared the harvest from his
orchard with us. He has been busy
remodeling his house and did not have time to prune and fertilize his trees. But with our wet summer and sunny days his
neglected orchard produced a bountiful crop of Granny Smith and Arkansas Black
apples. His apples were not without
flaws and took more time to peel and prepare for cooking, but the taste was
wonderful.
My house was filled with the
delectable smell of applesauce and apple butter.
Cinnamony apple crisp
also added to the aromas coming from my kitchen.
Although my friend's apples were not as pleasing to the eye
as those found in the commercial apple orchards, and the skin was sometimes
tough and took more work to discover the “good stuff” inside, the result was
the same. Wonderful applesauce, applebutter and apple crisp.
In my reading in Proverbs 7 today - Nov. 7 - (I read the Proverb that
corresponds to the day of the month) Solomon encourages his son to “Guard my
teachings as the apple of your eye.”
How do we guard God’s word as the apple of our eye? Sometimes his word is beautiful and soothing
to our soul and easy to understand.
Other times we have to dig to find the “good stuff.”
Lord help me to cherish your word and guard your teachings
with delight just as I have enjoyed the products of the abundant apple
harvest. Help me be willing to dig and
find the “good stuff.”
My
son, keep
my words
and store up my commands within you.
2 Keep my commands and you will live;
guard my teachings as the apple of your eye.
3 Bind them on your fingers;
write them on the tablet of your heart
and store up my commands within you.
2 Keep my commands and you will live;
guard my teachings as the apple of your eye.
3 Bind them on your fingers;
write them on the tablet of your heart