July 30, 2007
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Blueberry Picking!
The girls and I went blueberry picking this morning. I'm sure that sounds a little crazy to go with a three year old and a nearly 10-month old, but it's something I really enjoy doing with them. Ainsley actually does really well picking fresh fruit. She likes to help and more gets picked than gets eaten, I promise.
I took her last year, too. She was only 2 and I was seven months pregnant. Does that sound even more crazy??
We picked nine pounds of fruit and I just finished putting about 30 cups of blueberries in the freezer.
I love picking and freezing fruit. It's so nice to open my freezer in the middle of winter and make an apple pie or a peach cobbler or blueberry muffins. It seems to mean a little more to know that you picked that fruit fresh off the tree. My parents now laugh at my fruit-filled freezer. They would drag my brother and I kicking and screaming out to pick blueberries when we were children. We hated every minute of it, but now I appreciate what they were trying to do, even if I didn't at the time.
This song has been running through my mind lately. The words have so much more meaning now that I'm a mom than when I first sang this song as a duet with my mom.
Molding a Masterpiece
Master Potter, why do you labor all day,
Giving such effort to rough worthless pieces of clay?
Why such feeling in your hands?
Why such care in every touch?
Why all the struggle?
Your creation is nothing but dust?
I'm molding a masterpiece, a work of great beauty.
I'm molding a masterpiece; My labor's not done.
A trophy, a treasure of worth beyond measure -
I'm molding a masterpiece, a masterpiece of love.
Loving Jesus, why are the children all here,
Gathered around You and so eagerly clinging so near?
Urgent matters clamor loudly, and the children interfere -
Why do you hold them and so tenderly dry every tear?
I'm molding a masterpiece, a work of great beauty.
I'm molding a masterpiece; My labor's not done.
A trophy, a treasure of worth beyond measure -
I'm molding a masterpiece, a masterpiece of love.
Heavenly Father, sometimes I question Your way;
Why do You ask me to mold simple pieces of clay?
Give me eyes to see the future, though it's hidden from my view;
Give me compassion as I'm molding a treasure for You.
I'm molding a masterpiece, a work of great beauty.
I'm molding a masterpiece; My labor's not done.
A trophy, a treasure of worth beyond measure -
I'm molding a masterpiece, a masterpiece of love.
~Ron Hamilton
Comments (4)
Fresh blueberries are one of my favorites ~
You are quite daring to go with the girls, but it looks like they did fine!
The words to the song are beautiful!
Have a great day!! Julie
Thanks for dropping by, Cathi, and for your comment! The pictures are so cute, and I love fresh blueberries! We have strawberry picking farms around here, and those are good too, but, I'm going to look for a blueberry picking farm! I put up quarts of apple sauce and we love that! I don't do as much canning as I'd like, not enough space to grow it here...but when we get moved I'm hoping to have a nice little garden! I love the words to this song! We have an awesome responsibility molding those little masterpieces, don't we? These words really touch a mother's heart, and what a blessing to have been able to sing it with your mom! You be blessed today, and stay cool! Summer is now here, and it's cooking!
Blessings,
~ Deborah <><
I love this post! You sure got a lot of berries. The song is beautiful.
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