Practically naked aside from apples, the trees stood waiting silent and still . I began to doubt the pickers would show up to relieve them of their burden, but yesterday the tractors rumbled in leaving empty wooden crates between the heavy laden trees. This morning the apple pickers arrived and by this afternoon the fruit had been picked, collected in bins and hauled away. The harvest in this particular area is late this year. Last year they picked in early October while there were still leaves on the trees.
I am a work in the hands of the Master Potter. I pray that His fingerprints are all over me as I walk through this life. This is my journey. Thank you, Jesus, for not giving up on me.
I am mom to seven beautiful grown ups and grandma to ten beautiful grandchildren.