As I started slicing peaches, I settled into a comfortable routine. Pick one up from the four Trader Joe's bags full of peaches from our tree, cut off the skin, then cut into pieces.
Ryan was lamenting as he looked at how many peaches we had and how slow the process took. But all the analogies about life being a journey and not a destination came into my mind, straight away.
And I told him so.
He didn't want to hear it.
I reveled in the time we had together, sitting across from each other on our card table, the smell of peaches filling the kitchen. It was a simple and laborious task, time-consuming and mind numbing, but it was sweet time I got to spend with my husband.
I loved every second of it.
Eventually, he had to get to bed to get some sleep before going to work the next day and I just kept plugging along.
For another four hours.
My time of fellowship turned to time with Lord. I started praising Him for all the sweet people He has brought into our lives and I was full of gratitude for the gifts of those beautiful friendships and the ripe fruit it has yielded in our lives.
But then I got to the bottom of the first bag and found my hand sticky and wet from a rotten peach. The one I had grabbed looked perfect, but it was lying up against a rotten peach and the side I couldn't see got stuck to it.
They both came up together, bound to one another.
Admittedly, I've been thinking about sad things lately because of how difficult Ryan's new chemo is on him, and how he's just sick lately. My mind has wandered into dark places. And I've sometimes gotten stuck there.
As I stared at the rotten peach, I thought about how my mind is like the seemingly "perfect" peach. One side looks great but the side that is aligned to negative thoughts, away from God's word, is rotting. And the closer it stays to the rotten thoughts, much like the peach in my hand, the more pervasive the decay became.
Do I want to be bound to these thoughts that threaten to bring me down, or is there something better?
Even the simple act of a daily quiet time has enough of a positive effect on me that my day isn't shrouded by rain clouds, thinking about the "what if's..." concerning the future, but instead is focused on the promises of God and the silver linings that regularly show up during our recent Cancer storms.
I worship the Lord by listening to music that points me in the right direction. That always helps me to praise Him for His goodness and gives me uplifting tunes to hum throughout my day.
And I pray.
I pray for the fruit of the Spirit to fill my life with all the good things that the Bible says will come along with it. That's the fruit I'm interested in becoming filled with!