The Glimmers of Fruit in Season
“He is like a tree planted by streams of water, which yields its fruit in season…” – Psalm 1:3
Have you ever noticed how fruit (or vegetables) tastes so much better when it is in season?
Watermelon and berries in the summer – refreshing and bursting with sweetness. Pumpkins and apples in the fall – cozy, rich, and perfectly spiced. Winterberries – glowing red against the snow. The first spring fruits – fresh and full of new life. When fruit grows in its proper season, it’s abundant, satisfying, and perfectly ripe. But out of season, it just isn’t the same (even all the weird bio-engineering that goes on these days). It’s dull, tasteless, or scarce.
I fully believe God designed it that way to remind us of something (or things) about our own lives.
Psalm 1:3 says that the person who delights in the Lord “yields fruit in season.” Not constantly, not always – but in season. The Lord doesn’t ask US to produce all the time. He simply asks us to stay rooted – near His streams of living water – and trust that He will bring the fruit at the right time. His time.
Only He knows when that season is. He sees the whole cycle of the harvest, where we can only see so much.
If we try to rush it, the fruit won’t be as sweet.
If we try to force growth or harvest before it’s ready, we may end up with something mediocre, or nothing at all.
BUT if we wait (believe me, I know this is HARD)…if we stay faithful through the seemingly quiet, unseen seasons…then when the time comes – oh, how abundant and beautiful the harvest will be!
The fruit that grows in God’s timing is always richer and more nourishing than anything we could have produced on our own. And when it finally comes, it is abundant – not just for us…it’s for sharing!
So, if you’re in a waiting season, take heart. Stay planted by the stream. Keep trusting the One who knows the perfect season for your growth and harvest.
Because when your time to bear fruit and reap the harvest comes – it will be worth the wait.
Here’s to the changing seasons and the glimmer of each.
Cheers!
Taylor McGee