A few weekends ago, my Dad and I took a road trip down to Florida to visit family for a few days. Eddie and the rest of my fam were working or out of town for the weekend so it was the perfect opportunity to take a father/daughter road trip! We left early Friday morning and got to my Grandparents' house by lunch time. We spent the afternoon lazing about, napping, and catching up with my Grandparents. While we were chatting, my Grandmother took me out to see the fruiting fig tree in the backyard.
I've been to my Grandparents' house a hundred times, played in the backyard with my sisters and cousins for years, and never knew this now-giant tree was a fruit tree. Turns out that it's a fig tree and it's branches were full of ripening figs. It was so perfect that we were there, on a semi-impromptu trip, during the few days that the tree happened to be overflowing with fruit!
My Grandma took me out to the tree with a large bowl and a hook, which she used to pull the branches lower so she could pick the fruit off. My Grandma, Aunt, and I picked bowls and bowls of figs over the next few days. I'd never tried a fig before but I loved the sweet flavor and the snackable size.
I love the obvious and tangible picture of patience and abundance that the tree painted. It was planted almost twenty years ago but has only grown fruit for the last few years. It took it's time deepening its roots, growing branches, and preparing itself to produce such an amazing harvest by soaking up the sun and the rain. It's large, green leaves that provide shade and shelter for all the animals that live around it. My grandmother can only pick what grows on the bottom branches of the tree and the birds snack on whatever grows at the top but, even still, there is so much fruit that falls from the higher branches to the ground once it's overripe.
“But blessed is the one who trusts in the LORD, whose confidence is in him. They will be like a tree planted by the water that sends out its roots by the stream. It does not fear when heat comes; its leaves are always green. It has no worries in a year of drought and never fails to bear fruit.”
"Blessed is the one who does not walk in step with the wicked or stand in way that sinners take or sit in the company of mockers, but whose delight is in the law of the Lord, and who meditates on his law day and night. That person is like a tree planted by streams of water, which yields its fruit in season and whose leaf does not wither - whatever they do prospers."
My grandparents' whole backyard felt like an oasis. They have squirrels, turtles, and so many different varieties of bird that hang out in the yard. We sat out on the back patio in the morning and watched the birds eat from the bird feeders and from the fig tree. It was such a blessing to be able to spend a few days with my family!
On Friday night, we ate dinner at my Grandparents' neighborhood clubhouse. We had a tasty seafood dinner and watched the sun go down over the bay. At sunset, a guy set off a mini cannon to sound off the end of the day.
We couldn't leave without going to the beach at least once! We spent a few hours at St. Andrew's on Saturday, walking by the water. It was drizzling most of the time and the water was an uncommon light green color because of huge amounts of seaweed floating near the shore. We walked down to the pier, watched for fish and sea turtles, and saw a few sweet beach weddings getting set up.
So thankful for the time we got to spend in Florida. I thought it would be a crazy whirlwind since we only had a few days but they were a few of the most restful days that I've had in a while!