I went visiting teaching to Nicole's last month, and on the way out she was telling me that her apples were almost ready to can and maybe needed just a couple more days. I asked her if I could just pick one and she said yes. I reached in and randomly picked one. "They are Jonathan's she said". That is one of my favorites ...not too sweet, not too sour and so delicious with just a sprinkling of salt. When I got it home, I washed it up and shined it before I ate it. Whoa, wait, I didn't/couldn't eat this....not yet. It was the most beautiful apple I have ever seen. It was perfect in it's shape, perfect in it's redness and perfect in it's shine. It did not have a scratch, peck mark, or a blemish of any kind. It was like a mini work of art. When Wayne got home I showed it to him and he didn't even think it was real. It stayed in my refrigerator for over a week before I gave in and consumed the beautiful orb. It was as good as it looked. Sometimes all you need it a tiny miracle to make you remember the giver of all miracles.
