I grab my basket and head out to the bramble. Right away I see loads of delicious berries right at my fingertips. I snag those and settle into a rhythm. Thinking I've picked that spot clean, I take one step, or bend down a little and the perspective changes. Suddenly there are ten new clusters of dark berry goodness that emerge from the leaves. Every once and a grand while I get a berry so perfect; so firm and dark but bursting with sweetness that I just have to tell someone about it. These are "beauties." Some berries out there are green or red. They hang out right in front of my nose as if to say, "haha, you can't pick me yet!" but I ignore their taunting because I know just as well as they do that in the next couple days they are going to be ripe and I'll be ready. The same berry picking spot will be fruitful every time I go, because even though it's the same bush, new fruit is appearing every day.
So, what does this have to do with scriptures you might ask? Every time I open to study I see nuggets of goodness to be found easily, right there for the reading. I may finish a passage and assume I've gained everything I could from those verses, yet a small change in perspective reveals a whole new light on a story I've read a million times. Every so often I read something so perfect, so tailored to my needs that I have to share it with someone. Sometimes there are parts of scripture that go right over my head. I just don't understand yet, but I wait, because I know that come next week after I've been thinking and praying about it, I might just be ready for a beautiful new truth. I've been reading the same books of scripture my whole life, yet somehow every time I open to read, I'm greeted with a blackberry pie worth of fresh ideas.
Speaking of blackberry pie! Everyone is invited over for a slice tonight. :)
One more thought, it's a good idea to be prepared for both these adventures. Note to self: long pants next time...