I am in Slovakia today. I had bread and honey for breakfast.
The harvest is gathered from the plum, grape, apricot and apple trees. Some trees are already pruned. Overstretched branches are loped off and dressed with white paint to protect from disease. Winter will begin soon. The fruitful trees can rest.
I glimpsed rich, red colours on the fence between my son’s garden and his neighbour. I ventured outside to take a closer look. Lovely apples were growing on a tree trained to grow sideways. They sparkled in the afternoon sunshine. The nutritious cluster outnumbered the leaves left on the branches. Healthful fruit left untouched. No excited child’s hand to grab them. No careful gardener to proudly harvest and share his fruit.
Perhaps the neighbour is too old or frail. Maybe no grandchildren squealing with joy as they chase each other between the fruitful boughs. When I enter my son’s hallway there is a sweet smell. Boxes of red apples are piled high, the harvest from his garden. A bag is filled each time he visits relatives or friends.
My son Aaron moved with his family to Slovakia. He has inherited a house he didn’t build and a garden he didn’t tend.
You made their children as numerous as the stars in the sky, and you brought them into the land. Their children went in and took possession of the land. They captured fortified cities and fertile land; they took possession of houses filled with all kinds of good things, wells already dug, vineyards, olive groves and fruit trees in abundance. They ate to the full and were well-nourished; they reveled in your great goodness. (Nehemiah 9:23-25 NIV)
So I have come down to bring them up out of that land into a good and spacious land, a land flowing with milk and honey. (Exodus 3:8 NIV)
God is faithful to keep his promises. When I first read the story in the bible that God wanted his people to enter the promised land I believed it. He promised them plenty of bread, honey, fruit and houses. Now my children are inheriting their promised land.