It struck me as I was on my picking raspberries.
Who knew that on one’s knees was the best way to pick that luscious red fruit? And isn’t all of life like this?
Because only when I knelt down in the grass could I see all the berries. It was like a whole different angle—a whole different lens. All the berries hang under the leaves, and who sees the berries unless they kneel? And maybe it isn’t just a different or a better lens, maybe it’s the only right one.
Because from above only the very obvious berries are seen, but from below they all are. Situations seem unfair, or perilous, or barren, or hopeless, till we kneel. That’s when the hope is seen.
Because only from the Giver of all hope can we hope to see light, to see change. So when we kneel, all those barren branches are seen to be heavy with fruit, to be weighted down with the glory. Only as we give thanks and speak with God, come into His presence, plead before the throne, can we see the grace all around us.
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