insights from a daughter of the King, teacher, farmer's wife, and Mommy
tears in my applesauce
My daddy came and picked up my son. They were off to the apple orchard, which is just up the road from our house. They returned with two beautiful 1/2 peck bags of gala and jonagolds. So, I had to decide what to do with them. Addie loves applesauce and it's pretty easy in the crock pot so I'd heard. I went to my trusty google and found homemade crock pot applesauce (highly recommend). I got my knife and picked up an apple and it was as if I was 6 years old again. My grandpa used to pick me up and take me to the apple orchard, he would sing Jesus loves the little children on the way. I thought he was the greatest because he could peel a whole apple without breaking the peeling, leaving a ringlet of peel for me to play with while I ate my apple. The tears came, the sadness filled up from the stomach, and the memories flowed. My grandpa went to get apples weekly during apple season and he always got as much as he could carry. Although he did eat a lot of apples he did not buy them all for him. But because he gave them away. He would take a shut in, widow apples and the crazy man who thumbs from church to church and his sister and who ever he saw he thought needed an apple. So, the tears filled my applesauce as I peeled and chopped and remembered what a wonderful grandpa he was and how serving God can be as simple as "Hey I got some extra apples, you want some?"
He who is kind to the poor lends to the LORD, and he will reward him for what he has done. Proverbs 19:17