My
lover and I were talking about blueberries this morning; she buys them for my
health. Blueberries are a lot like
grace. When you get a really good
blueberry the taste is miraculous, it is a taste that is extremely rare and
rarer still that we get to experience it.
It is like that one blueberry is reminding us of the un-fallen Eden
when every blueberry tasted like a blueberry. The blueberries we get, (ours from Winter Haven
FL, in and of itself, an apt contrast to Eden) taste like a weak substitute of
what we know, even if infrequently, to the true potential of the grace of
blueberry.
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