Yesterday we went to the farm shop and came home with a punnet of strawberries as a treat.
Alright. Full disclosure, they cost £5.50 - which I think is the kind of price that would get my Dad taking a sharp intake of breath. But also… right time, right season, and wowsers are they good strawbs. There’s just something sweet and juicy and perfect about them - plump, red, almost ready to melt in the mouth. They are seriously delicious.
I’ve often wondered what my first few conversations in heaven will be. I might just beam at God, throw a hand out, and tell him what a spiffing idea it was to invent strawberries. I like to think he’d love that kind of heartfelt praise - though, I notice the Christian songwriters out there have yet to focus in on the ‘thankfulness for fruit and veg’ angle. Maybe they should. Maybe I should? I have form for that kind of thing…
Anyway, these strawberries are amazing, and while Sammy’s hard at work, looking after small children, I’m at home with the punnet in front of my computer.
You know sometimes working from home is a challenge - if only to know the difference between the trinity of voices in my head and their differing opinions on what I should and definitely shouldn’t eat. That trinity by the way is Holy Spirit, me, and Sammy. Two of them are usually pretty well aligned. The other one is me.
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