We dug through the mud with our bare hands. Dirt tightly hugged our finger nails as we went on a quest to seek out sweet potatoes and black potatoes originally planted by the owners of the house we are currently renting. Each potato found, filled my and the children’s hearts with delight. It was our first time doing this type of venture. Oh, how much fun we had. We placed each one neatly in a basket, cut off some spinach, celery, spring onions and red peppers- all fresh from the garden. The little ones sat on the porch under the winter shadow of the grapevine and gently washed each treasured vegetable. Then I cut up all the gatherings in cubes. And roasted it with garlic and rosemary. It was such a pleasant meal, hand picked, filled with love, shared by my precious ones. If these little moments that fill our beings with so much glee, form treasured memories, how much more His word, our soul’s most treasured hope.
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