I just came in from my morning walk.
My devotions led me to this.
Larry and I went together yesterday and bought a pea sheller.
It is going to come in handy.
I had about three gallons of purple hull peas to shell out and we plugged it up and tried it out right away.
It is an amazing machine.
But this isn’t about that.
We both commented that we’d thought about getting one for a long time.
We, and our loved ones, invested countless hours, stiff fingers, and aching necks shelling peas for several hundred hours between us.
We just never got around to buying the pea sheller.
Now we are all about 70 years old.
Just think what we could have enjoyed if we’d made thet choice when we were 30.
Here’s the thing.
There is no going back.
So the things that we did we remember for their good parts.
The purple finger tips.
The sound of the peas rolling from the pods into the bowl.
The aroma of fresh shelled peas.
The conversation with the family as we gathered around to share the labors.
And that deep, deep satisfaction when you got to the bottom of the bucket.
When I was young and strong and willing it was no big deal to shell a couple of bushels of peas every year.
I don’t regret it.
I also don’t regret applying a little age based wisdom.
And I am giving thanks this morning for our new, fancy, awesome, efficient, pea sheller.
“An old timer who learns to apply the new stuff too is like the owner of house who brings out of his storeroom new treasures as well as old.” Matthew 13:52
As our Friend and I were walking along next to the waning garden this morning I was telling him about the pea sheller and the amazing results and the memories and such. It didn’t seem like such a big deal until he reminded me of that little parable. Then he smiled at me the way he does and said…
“Cook those peas with a couple of pods of okra.”