From My Grandmother’s Garden

 

Each morning, most often before the rest of us were awake; my grandmother would go out to her garden located next door to their home on Tucker Street in Dyersburg to choose some special items for the day. We would enjoy sliced tomatoes at breakfast, vegetables at lunch and still other items at what we called supper in the late afternoon.

Sometimes there would be watermelon; at others cantaloupes, always beans and potatoes.  All summer long she would make that journey to her garden and bring her basket filled with goodies back to the kitchen.  The fruit of her garden was for the table of her family. 

God in His Word has instructed us to be a garden. We are to allow His Spirit to live and dwell in our lives so that we would have fruit from our garden to place on the table of the lives of those with whom we share life. God did not desire that we live alone as an island in a great sea of mankind. He teaches us to live the kind of lives that will bless others.

 How about going into our garden of life and see how many of the fruits of the Spirit we can harvest to share with those who are touched by our lives.  I hope it will be as tasty as my grandmother’s garden.

 

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