Posted by Jessica | Posted in The Holy Word | Posted on 17-07-2009
Tags: apple, God, quiet
Quiet
I holler at the kids; interrupt at dinner parties and chat up my mom friends at the park.
Still, I am feeling a vacant sort of quiet in my head. The noise of my own thoughts seem too loud so I stop listening and keep on doing things anyway.
On auto-pilot and cruise control for parenting, working, family bonding, cleaning, enjoying, creating, worshiping. Until…I found this photo, in my archives, of an apple corer.
Change
A whole apple represents me. Blades of daily life split me apart; tearing pieces away from my very center. All that was left? Fleshy fruit waiting to brown with a pile of seeds standing alone.
Or so I thought.
In reality, I am an apple, willing to nourish and refresh others.
Even when bowls of mac-n-cheese spill over the highchair, or another opportunity for time with my husband gets side-tracked by much needed “to-do” work on the laptop, *cough* see above, I can give a section of hope to my loved ones.
When every slice of me is served up for the taking, I am still centered. God stands with me as the core of my strength.
When I my shiny, red exterior has been sectioned off by the mini-van hustle, job responsibilities, hyper kids, and unmet wants and desires. God provides seeds of regrowth, made just for me.
By Definition
The Lord stood at my side and gave me strength. {2 Timothy 4:1}













