Raspberries

As children, my sisters and I were free to roam. All the children of the staff at Pinecrest would meet to walk the trail through the woods. We made so much noise that we never saw any wild animals.

During the summer, when the school closed, we came back to Iowa and lived on Grandma’s farm. My sisters and I usually played close to the house but occasionally we would walk through a designated pasture. There were creeks to wade in and (my favorite) trees to climb. Grandpa would designate a safe field because he didn’t keep the bull in the same field all the time. We always avoided the bull!

The best days were in the middle of the summer when the raspberries were ripe. How refreshing to take the long walk across the hot pasture and soak our feet in the muddy creek while we snacked on berries! It was odd, how the day after we came home covered in berry juice, that the bull would be moved to that particular pasture. I guess he didn’t like raspberries as much as we did! And Grandma made the best raspberry pies!

Hosea 9:10, “Like grapes in the wilderness, I found Israel. Like the first fruit on the fig tree in its first season, I saw your fathers. . . .” Modern English Version

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“As the traveller in a wilderness is delighted at finding grapes to quench his thirst, or the early fig (esteemed a great delicacy in the East) . . . so it was my delight to choose your fathers as my peculiar people in Egypt.” Critical and Explanatory Commentary, Vol. I

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“The images used here (grapes in the desert, early fruit of the fig tree) beautifully convey God’s delight in Israel when she, out of all the nations committed herself to Him in covenant at Sinai.” New International Version Study Bible Notes

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