Fruit in its season
Fruit in its season.
Two days ago I completed 87 years of life, and looking back over the road I have travelled, I see, with great thankfulness to Father, abundant streams of grace and mercy from beginning to end. I can truly join the hymn writer Frances von Alstyne in singing,
“All the way my Saviour leads me:
What have I to ask beside?
Can I doubt His tender mercy,
Who through life has been my guide?
Heavenly peace, divinest comfort,
Here by faith in Him to dwell!
For I know whate’er befall me,
Jesus doeth all things well.
Also I have been thinking about the Scripture in Psalm 1 concerning the believer who is likened to “a tree planted by streams of water, that yields its fruit in its season.” The little phrase “Fruit in its season” particularly has gripped me.
For each season of our life with Jesus there is an appropriate fruit. There is one kind of fruit when we are young, full of vigour and zeal. Another kind of fruit in the season of the full maturity of manhood, when we have had experience and faith has been tested. Yet another different kind of fruit in old age when the vibrant energies of youth are no longer ours and and the years of maturity have passed. I must not envy or seek to reproduce the fruit of youth or even of my mature years, but be content with that fruit that Father chooses to produce in me which only comes with age and long experience of the pilgrim way. That thought has encouraged me. May it do likewise for you.