I just came in from my morning walk.
My devotions led me to this.
It is my favorite season.
I am not a sports fan so don’t go there.
But there is a similar reality to that of an athlete before game day.
There is a lot of preparation.
A considerable amount of sweat and strategy come into play.
You learn from those who have succeeded, mostly by trial and error, and realize the innovation can be risky - and rewarding.
Some of us can remember when Bear Bryant thought the forward pass was to be utilized as a last resort.
I am bringing in several pounds of tomatoes every day.
My favorite season.
It has been said that everything else in the garden is what you do while you wait for the tomatoes to ripen.
But this isn’t about that.
It is about the various seasons of our lives and how they come together. How they ripen.
There was a season when we played with passion and not much else. Our lives were carefree as someone desperately in love with us watched over us. And made sure our needs were met.
There was a season when we became obsessed with superficial things. We could spend hours getting our part straight. Or covering a pimple.
There was a season when we labored long and hard to “get ahead” even if it meant falling behind.
You know what I mean?
There was a season when we saw nests emptying and schedules changing.
Then came that day when you just listened.
And even though you are sore and achy from working the garden for so long you are at peace.
You spread the mayonnaise, slice the fruit.
As our Friend and I walked into the summertime haze we strolled by the garden. We were discussing favorite seasons and game day and living into an impossibly important peace. He smiled at me the way he does and said…
“Taste and see.”