Editor’s Note: Every so often, we love to share guest posts from some of our amazing readers and community members. Today’s post is from Jessica Poe of Jessica Poe.com. Jessica is a mother of three and a collector of divine details. She’s also a homeschooler by day and writer by naptime. Jessica and her family live under the lively green trees of Oregon; where her heart flutters for bird watching, berry picking and basking in small, natural moments.


 

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Picking berries in the Northwest has to be one of my all-time favorite family activities. We tread row after row of greenery, celebrating the speckled pops of color flashing from the freshest of fruits. We marvel at the fatness of the berries; as they brim with the sweetest of Mother Nature’s nectar … and we enjoy both the picking and the tasting of the perfect produce.

My family especially loves that the U-pick places we support, simultaneously support us eating as we pick! Our stained lips, cheeks and chins all testify that we’ve whole-heartedly partaken of the good fruit.

This weekend we stopped by a farm on our way to a hike. Our goal was to pick just enough strawberries to last our family of five for the day … 20 minutes and 10 lbs. of berries later we pulled ourselves from the bountiful fields.

After this weekend’s first round of picking strawberries, I found myself asking: “Why do I love this so much? Why does berry picking produce such intense joy in my heart?”

After some pondering, I’ve decided it has something to do with ripeness. Finding the fruit at the fullest of their fullness – the maximum capacity of juice, sweetness and nourishment – both fills and fascinates me. I’m fascinated with the berries’ beautiful progression … and that progress fills me with hope and happiness.

Each berry has blossomed from flower into their greatest potential. They’ve evolved through the stages of plant growth, and matured to the highest stage of their development – they’re ripe … and delicious. And that’s my ultimate and very, very, very long-term goal … to ripen to my fullest potential and be delicious for Him, the master gardener.

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He is the vine … and we can be the branches that bring forth His ripened fruit. Without Him, we can do nothing. Just as a strawberry plant needs 8 hours of sun each day, we need the Son of God each day – every day, every hour. With Him, and with time, cultivation and growth, we can progress to our personal potential. We can add pops of color brightening the land … we can offer nourishment and refreshment … we can drip with His sweetest sweetness. We can be ripe.

“I am the vine, ye are the branches: He that abideth in me, and I in him, the same bringeth forth much fruit: for without me ye can do nothing.” – John 15:5

 

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Jessica Poe
Jessica Poe is a mother of three, a collector of divine details and author of, Everyday MOMents: Discovering Christ in the Details of Motherhood. Jessica and her homeschooling family live under the lively green trees of Oregon; where their hearts flutter for bird watching, berry picking and basking in small, natural daily doings. Read more inspirational musings from Jessica at www.jessica-poe.com/blog
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