Partake

There was a fruit and vegetable stand that I drove past for many summers.  It was in the shade of a beautiful, large tree in front of an old farmhouse nestled between rolling fields.  With a forlorn glance, I would think of the hot day, the long trip home, and my “to do” list.

 

Eventually, I remembered to plan ahead and brought a cooler with me.  I selected wonderful blessings and commented on the quality and quantity of their harvest.  I discovered that everything had been purchased at my hometown farmers market that morning.  I had easy access all along.

God was providing.  I failed to notice, partake, and enjoy.

"LORD, show me what I'm missing in this town."