Applesauce and Sweetness by Susan L.

We only had to drive around one country block to fill our bags with all the roadside apples we could ever want. Yes, they aren't perfect, lopsided and most had warty skins. But underneath? The white, yellow or pale green flesh was as nice as store bought fruit. Hints of Macintosh, Delicious, and Granny Smith blended together. We are so used to "perfect" fruit. Uniform in shape and blemish free. No matter where it comes from. If it isn't up to par, I've found myself passing over it to find one that is better. There's been some frightening treasures in my crisper when it's easier to toss the whole thing away rather than carefully cutting the damaged bits away. We are so not a culture of poverty. I will say I'm glad God isn't like that. "Grace, mercy and peace from God the Father and the Lord Jesus Christ our Saviour." Titus 1:1