…my camera brought to me,
Seven juneberry slices.
But only after a couple hours of picking a lot more than seven juneberries* and a couple hours spent in the kitchen.
And only after a lot of purple-stained fingers, and gingerly skirting patches of poisin ivy, and stirring of bubbly pots on the stove.
You know, there’s nothing like first having to pick all those little berries painstakingly with your own two hands to elevate an otherwise delicious pie to pretty much perfect.
Wondering where that 8th slice disappeared to? That went to my true love. And the rest? Let’s just say there are not seven pieces left anymore.“Tell the righteous it will be well for them, for they will enjoy the fruit of their labor.” (Isaiah 3:10)
*Fun fact: did you know that “juneberries” also go by “serviceberry”, “saskatoon”, “shadbush”, “chuckley pear”, “wild plum” and “pigeon berry”?!
It was the fifth place I’d stopped.
The mosquitoes were getting a bit old.
I was soaked to the skin from refusing to sacrifice valuable time to take cover during the morning’s intermittent rain showers.
My legs were tired from tromping down forest trails and clambering through underbrush.
Water squelched inside my soggy shoes as I squatted wearily down near the head of this fifth trail, peering off across the forest floor, and said out loud, “Lord, I know you don’t have to give me a mushroom, but”—and exactly at that moment, before I could even get my request for help in finding “just one, please?” out of my mouth, my eyes rested on this honeycombed finger-like shape:A scoffer might call it a coincidence, but I know it wasn’t. I labor under no delusion that just because I tell God something I want, He’ll snap His fingers and make it appear—but I also know that He can, and sometimes will. I also know that I have never chosen to acknowledge God’s power and control, while admitting my inadequacy, without finding Him sufficient to provide the very best. Sometimes His answer to our problems is different than the solution we visualized in our mind. Sometimes, it’s exactly what we were hoping for—and more.I don’t know if anyone else within five lonely forest miles heard me yelling my excitement and thanks, but I know He did—and I hope it made Him smile.
“And it shall come to pass, that before they call, I will answer; and while they are yet speaking, I will hear.” (Isaiah 65:24)
“Ask, and it shall be given you; seek, and ye shall find.” (Matthew 7:7)
See photos from another successful morel hunt here, and from an unsuccessful one here!