Good Day, God!
This morning, my wonderful husband Kit accompanied my on my walk up to the top of Hahaione Street. Being together is something I am appreciating more and more. I don’t have to be entertained. I don’t have to be stimulated. In fact, just “being with” seems to preclude the need for either of those.
One of my joys this morning was the discovery of a bearing fig tree. Hmm. I was delighted in part because it is bearing so many figs — so many that my eating one or two feels semi-permissible. In truth, unless there are figs on the ground — demonstrating a lack of interest — I really shouldn’t indulge.
But it made me think of whether we humans are reaching optimum fruitfulness? The Bible talks about trees bearing fruit in their season . . . talks about the command to Be Fruitful. But, I am sensing that You have more in mind for us.
I am feeling that most of us don’t ripen as You intended because we are lacking sufficient Blessings. Such an odd thought, God! But, really, it grew out of the story I read on Tuesday about the power of blessing. The story quoted the blessing that Jacob gave to his sons in Genesis 49:2
May the God of your father help you;
may the Almighty bless you
with the blessings of the heavens above,
and blessings of the watery depths below<
and blessings of the breasts and womb.
Ah, God, too often we parents, teachers, and friends limit our children and one another. We may not curse, but we do not bless them as richly and as frequently as You want us to do. Help us to call down blessings on our children, their children and one another. And upon every creature on our beloved planet.