I was hoping for enough berries to make at least one batch of jam. As I stood back and admired my stack of 4 completed jam products, I was content.
Three days later, to my astonishment the once pink fruit now smiled at me with a deep red readiness. I again, maneuvered fashionably about in the kitchen.
Today, a couple of days following, I stood in the garden while the liquid Oregon sunshine drip down my back, I picked yet MORE strawberries. The finished jam sits proudly on the counter. As I was smashing the plump berries, my mind went to the loaves and fishes from Matthew chapter 14. The mental picture was that of Jesus looking up to heaven, giving thanks, and breaks the bread along with the fish which feeds 5,000 men (this NOT including the women and children).
Oh, I may not feed an arena sized group, but a 16 year old boy can account for much of that, with a steady attempt by the 10 year old as well. I smile as I gave thanks for the berries that totally surprised me. God is so good at decadent delightful displays of His love.
Thanks berry much Lord!