I'm sitting on a black couch with a red apple in hand. I'm just about ready to bite down. I know when I do the peeling will crack open when my teeth break the skin. The juice, if I'm lucky, will flow out so fast I'll catch a sweet dribble on my chin. I'll cup it just right so the drip will run down into my hands and not on my shirt. I'll rip the piece of crisp Gala apple off home base with my teeth and begin to chew. That is, if I decide to eat the apple just as it sits in my hand. I could do other things with my apple.
I could bake a pie, cake, cookie, sauce, dumplings, fritter, turn-over, jelly, or candy. I could dip it in a red cinnamon coating or douse it in caramel. I could put it on a stick or stick it in a dip. I think my point is clear. Apples are versatile, flexible, usable, hearty, healthy, wholesome, special, just because they're apples. I have an apple in my hand. It's like me in God's hand. I'm an apple...or am I the chef, the baker, the candy maker?
I am both. "What is impossible for mortals is possible for God." Luke 18:27
I could bake a pie, cake, cookie, sauce, dumplings, fritter, turn-over, jelly, or candy. I could dip it in a red cinnamon coating or douse it in caramel. I could put it on a stick or stick it in a dip. I think my point is clear. Apples are versatile, flexible, usable, hearty, healthy, wholesome, special, just because they're apples. I have an apple in my hand. It's like me in God's hand. I'm an apple...or am I the chef, the baker, the candy maker?
I am both. "What is impossible for mortals is possible for God." Luke 18:27
You can see what I did with my apple. It was delicious.
Peace. Love, Linda
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