just peachy muffins

My dad has a peach tree.  That little tree has had his attention and care for every hard winter and every sudden spring and hot summer for the last five years. He tends to it…watching for disease and new growth. Pruning, so it grows right and strong and healthy. Painful prunes. He tells me. He shows me. Painful for him to make. Yet he knows left to its wild, fruit won’t come in abundance. The spiritual parallels abound and often I’m all about the pruning talk, but instead, today, I find myself remembering that God, while he prunes, is also always accompanied by abundance. So while this small peach tree bears imperfect fruit in an imperfect world, we still can make muffins and jams and pies and celebrate, because He is indeed good the fruit of life with Him is always sweet. Continue reading