Fruit 3 (or Lost Ground)

Fruit 3 (or Lost Ground)

Someone picked my fruit today

And ate it right in front of me.

And she liked it.

And she told me so.

And I liked that.

It's what I wanted all along. . .

Before God tried to teach me not to want that

But to want only Him.

Before God tried to get me to stop watching and waiting for that

And to watch only for His face

And wait only for the movement of His hand.

Before God tried to tell me to stop counting

And figuring

And measuring by anything other than

His innumerable blessings

And His incomprehensible wisdom

And His measureless Godness.

I took my eyes off the Actual Jesus

And fixed them on the fruit she ate

And hoped she'd feed it to others.

It wasn't that her eating it was wrong–

I mean, that's what fruit is for–

But that the Eve in me watched her eat

And hoped she'd want some more.

–erinrmsocha 4-30-2020