Would You Like Some Fruit?

In my distress, I called upon the LORD... Psalm 18:6

I guess you could say it's been a bit stressful the past couple days. I've been reminded of my need for help on more than one occasion. Funny that last Tuesday's Bible study included a bit that said, "It is good for me that I have been afflicted..." (Ps. 119:71), and then there was the idea that whenever I am going through a trial, God is working a "fruit of the spirit" into my life... Hm... now there's something to think about... Just which fruit is He attempting to knead into my heart and mind? Couldn't be patience again, could it? Maybe some more love or self-control? Kindness maybe? Ah, gentleness perhaps...

Vinegar and I picked a few blueberries this afternoon. It was cool enough to actually be outside in the sun mid afternoon and the two little girls were fast asleep. Hannah was in the house and so Vin and I ventured out to pick a bit of fruit ourselves. It didn't take any real coaching to get Vinnie to pick ripe berries, and it didn't take much encouragement to get him to eat them either. He was quite content to sit and eat his basketful once we returned to the back porch, and he was very happy to share to share a few with one small girl just before she went home with her daddy.

Vin and Little Sis have been here five days and nights now. Yesterday we wore the poor boy out and last night he slept like a rock. (And thankfully, so did I...) He still woke up early, but a little before seven is a far cry from 5:30 am. Now if only we didn't have such a fight each night when the time comes to turn out the light and leave the room. I've never known such a determined little boy, although I witnessed a few on Nanny 911. I am glad this week that I took the time last year to watch several episodes...