In my last post, I promised to tell you how you can have abundance. What is Abundance?
The on-line dictionary defines it as:
1. an extremely plentiful or over-sufficient quantity or supply
The picture above is an example of abundance. An abundance of blackberry fruit.
Similar to the blackberry abundance, is spiritual abundance.
To understand this concept better, I opened my Bible to the 15th chapter of John.
In verse 5 Jesus says, “I am the vine; you are the branches. If a man remains in me and I in him, he will bear much fruit; apart from me you can do nothing.”
He didn’t say a little fruit, he said “much fruit”. That’s abundance.
Staying connected to Jesus is the key to abundance in our spiritual life.
In my next post I will expand in more detail how you can stay connected to Jesus and “bear much fruit”.
Yes, as you might guess from the picture of berries in this basket, I’m still picking blackberries. But, as I promised to tell you in the earlier post, this is what I’ve done with the bounty so far.
I baked cobblers, a blackberry kuchen served with a scoop of vanilla ice cream and warm peach sauce, blackberry bars and made blackberry jam and jelly.
What an abundance of fruit!
Do you know we can have an abundance in our spiritual lives too?
What is spiritual abundance?
In my next post of the Blackberry Harvest, I will tell you how you can have abundance.
The blackberries I harvested this year were incredible. In the 11 years that I have lived in my neck of the woods, I’ve never seen this “much” abundance. You may be wondering what I’ve done with the bounty.
First, let me assure you of the soundness of my mind as I tell you that I love to pluck the little jewels . That’s what they look like to me; jewels adorned with the glistening sun.When I see the berries shining in the brightness of a summer’s day and begin to gently pick the fruit, I am filled with joy and peace.
Yes, I thoroughly enjoy standing amongst the canes that randomly shoot out in graceful arches, in spite of pricks from their thorns…where the harmless snakes have slithered oh-so-close for this nature-girl’s comfort…where the birds twitter because your are in the middle of their crop, thank you very much…where the spider crawls and hang in the intricate weaving of its web…where the mosquitos buzz about, sometimes lighting to enjoy a feast of their own. I love picking the wild berries.
Have you seen blackberry branches as high as my son is tall(over 6 ft.)? If I can pull the arching branch towards me, I try to carefully extract the choicest of the plump drupes. I practice a type of yoga-gymnastics exercise as I reach into the maze of berry-laden canes and thorns, hoping to pick a better one than the last. As I hold these challenging poses, it is at this point that I find myself saying prayers for safety…”Oh God, help me not to fall into the patch.” (I don’t want to end up looking like I wrestled with an ally cat.)
I have learned to don my armour of long-sleeved jean shirts and long jean pants that cover every inch of skin on my arms, legs and ankles. I have worn gloves in the thickest of blackberry patches to lessen its prickles. However, with all my efforts to avoid the hazards of berry picking, I sit here today with a few stubborn prickles still embedded in my flesh.
To be continued…