Walking up the road by our house the berries hang by bunches begging you
to pick them. Not quite ready and we have to wait a day or so before we
can fill buckets of these black beauties. She ends up eating alot of our profit before we even get
home. Her eyes begging for just one more she says "yumm those are so good."
I pull my black skillet out and the girls and I start to work on our first black berry cobbler of the summer. We have to tell her to stop eating them or we won't have enough.. she can't help it..and I can't blame her. We had just enough: 2 cups after 8 kids and 1 mama got through robbing the blackberry bucket. It was hot and bubbly and irresistible. Daddy brought home ice-cream and we celebrated these beauties that are found in hard places,arms scratched from hitting thorns but so worth the out come.. kinda like love
thinking all the work is just too much work and wondering, no praying, that at the end of this day I have loved more than I did yesterday. I'm living in my mission field. No, I'm not in Africa or some third world country but I'm sitting in the middle of a small modest 40 acre farm and pouring myself into the lives that He has surrounded me with. Providing daily food and reminding myself everyone has a mission field it's just whether you live your mission field out or not. Sometimes I'm so tired at the end of a day that I wonder if only to myself, and God, if I can possibly give again tomorrow and I always do. He always gives me what I need. He knows me. I cringe when people say "your family is just special" and to that I say "no, our family is nothing special, we just love each other. As imperfect as we are, we try and love those that for whatever reason end up in our life." Loving is an art though. Choosing to base all your decisions on love is hard. Kinda like picking blackberries in the summer time. It's hot and there are thorns but in the end it's a true masterpiece and the work was worth it.
Live out your mission field
and pick some berries..
Our family is headed West
Stars at night are big and bright
deep in the heart of Texas.
You might see us out on the road
this crazy family or ours and as always
honk if you do.
I love blackberries cooked and poured over homemade buttered biscuits!!!!!! It was one of the things I craved while in Uganda. We are having them for supper tonight!!!!
Yummy!! I may not leave a comment on your post...but the last few post have just warmed my heart and made me smile! Much love to ya sister!
Well I hope I DO see yall out on the road! I will do more than honk! I will chase you down and HUG YOU! ;)
I love your blackberry analogy with love! And your sweet reminder where my mission field is! (Isn't it SO COOL that we can take our mission field in the CAR with us? And we can take our mission field to do mission work in unexpected mission fields!!)
Your posts are yummy! In more ways than one!
Have fun on the road, taking your mission field along with you!
So ... are you headed to West Texas ... or are you headed "out west". We live "out west" and would love to chase you down if we see you on the road. :)
We are also headin' your way, to TX in August, and would LOVE to meet y'all. Maybe you'll see us headin' down the road in our "Clifford the Big Red Van".
What a beautiful post....you are so right...we Mom's are sitting right in the middle of a mission field:)
I loved this post!
You are so right about our mission field being our homes. By the way... we (hubby, 3 boys, and I) found 2 quarts this weekend and I made a cobbler too.
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