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Let’s go berry picking!

I’m here at my desk, thinking back over some wonderful summer days…

“Let’s go pick berries!” called Dad from the hallway.

“I’ll be right there!” I called back.

“As soon as the kitchen is clean and your stuff is put away.” Dad continued.

I’m not sure if he called me just because he wanted to go berry picking or because he wanted me to put my things away. Mom did remind me a few times already but since she doesn’t really do anything if I do it or not, I’ll see how long I can put it off with her. But now Dad is involved too, oh no! That’s another story.

“Alright,” I softy replied, as I dragged my feet very slowly into the kitchen and hallway, picking up my leftover snack and shoes scattered around. Then I dashed off to change my clothes into black ones. I was wearing a white shirt and a white skirt so it wouldn’t work too great to get some red polka dots onto it after berry picking. You see, I already have a polka dot outfit that Mom loves and one’s enough for me.

With our little buckets in hand, we finally made it out the door (away from Mom’s reminders), to go pick our berries. It’s the season to be jolly, lalalala lalalala. Picking berries with my daddy, lalalala, lalalala.

One into the bucket, then 10 into my mouth. 1 more into the bucket, 20 into my mouth. Oh wait, the two in the bucket look too delicious to miss. Plop, into my mouth they go. Picking berries is great fun, especially when I can eat as many as I want. Dad’s on the other side of the bush picking plenty in his bucket. I think that will be enough for all of us. I could just imagine all the wonderful desserts we could make with all his berries. And that way I can put mine in my tummy instead, that’s feeling a little hungry at the moment. Or is it more my taste buds that feel greedy?

“Wow!” What a surprise Mom has when we return home with a bucket full of beautiful black berries. She gives Dad and I a huge big hug. But then I tell her that I only picked out one of those berries. Dad did all the rest. “Well then, I’ll enjoy that one delicious berry that you picked!” Mom smiled and gave me another big hug for that one probably delicious berry, picked with soooo much love. I like that. It makes me think of Jesus’ love, how He loves me just as if I was the only one girl in the whole wide ­world.

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