“Refresh me with apples”
Song of Solomon 2:5
My daughter and I had chicken salad sandwiches for lunch yesterday. She makes awesome chicken salad. A little nonfat Greek yogurt (instead of mayo, which she hates) diced red onion, sliced grapes, diced apple, sliced almonds, some lemon juice and garlic salt. It’s a wonderful combination of textures and flavors.
Unfortunately the apple was a little hard to come by. We thought for a minute that we didn’t have any, and that we’d have to go without, but then I remembered there was a sad, shriveled one out in the garage fridge. It was small and I had to peel it to get past the wrinkley skin, but there was perfectly good apple under there. It wasn’t much, but it was something. So I stood at the counter and cut in into cubes, hoping it would be enough, when all of a sudden I lifted my eyes and looked out the kitchen window.
Where I saw our fully-loaded apple tree smiling back at me.
I think if I forget I own something completely, I’m probably not being thankful enough.
Praising God for my apple tree today…