A vibrant early evening sunset greets our VBS gardeners this week as inspections commence amid all things green and growing! What wonders are discovered – and valuable lessons learned!
Our Fruit of the Spirit character value this week is “JOY” and there’s plenty to be had as lush foliage spills out of our planting pools with volumes of miniature – and matured – fruit found!
Just look at these growing watermelons!
We count at least six – and there are unnumbered flowers anticipating bounty yet to be!
Gardening journals in hand, our happy tillers of the soil measure . . .
. . . measure . . .
. . . and measure some more – dare I say, with “JOY unspeakable and full of glory”?
But, our joy is marred – bittersweet and perplexing. It appears that in our abundance, mysterious bandit bug-a-boos have been eating away at our fledglings, destroying the fruit in infancy.
Miss Jeanette, our lead gardener, is puzzled at the evidence, and commits to investigate further this crime sublime. Something is eating away and stealing our joy!
It is best – as in our own lives – that when evidence of such uninvited guests like anxiety, depression, fearfulness, anger, discontent and the like invade our watermelon patch of JOY – we prioritize the identification and pursuit of the culprit and root it out, to rescue our coveted fruitfulness, that the Lord be glorified in our lives.
Speaking of rooting out – here we have just the thing – young gardeners weeding their plots of plants. This is regular maintenance that must be seen to daily. Weeds happen. Should they proliferate, they will gorge themselves on soil nutrients, stealing away the necessities of life from the roots of fruitfulness.
Bring out the big stakes this time – and a fortification to be overturned by no wrascally wrabbit was wrought!
We’ll see if the battle is won next week . . .
Our zucchini squash is growing in starburst formation with edible flowers . . .
. . . and the clear distinction of male and female. The male flower blooms on a thin stalk for pollination purposes:
He eats . . .