Inside: What a bumper crop of hedge apples tells us about seasons of life, how death doesn’t get the final word, when closed doors help us walk by faith, and a powerful quote about contentment. ~
For the last several weeks, it’s been raining Osage oranges in my backyard.
I go out on the weekend and gather them all up, and by the following Saturday, the patio is covered again.
It’s not always like this. Some years, the trees that produce what are commonly known as hedge apples drop relatively few of their fruits in the fall.
This year, however, they produced a bumper crop even while many of the other plants and evergreens in the yard—mostly chosen specifically for their drought tolerance, by the way—struggled to thrive in the dry conditions.
I have no idea why this is, but my metaphor-loving mind can’t escape the irony.
Ebb and Flow
With Osage orange trees and in our actual lives, seasons ebb and flow. Some are marked by growth, others by decline or stagnation. Some are full of joyful abundance, while others overflow with stress, busyness or grief.
Just this past week, we passed the two-year mark of my father-in-law’s death, a friend’s husband died unexpectedly and I heard of a sad diagnosis in another friend’s family.
Combine those personal experiences of grief and sadness with what is going on in the world, and it seems as if death is having the final word these days.
And Yet, It’s Not
Near the end of the week, something my dad said during a family crisis was circulating in my heart. I shared a few thoughts about it on Instagram at Remembering Our Parents, and it seems fitting to share it here too.
A few years before my mom died, she experienced a medical emergency with a very uncertain outcome. I’ll spare you the details; let’s just say both her quality of life and her life itself were hanging in the balance.
Early on, when receiving dire information from doctors and social workers, I heard my dad say this more than once: “I don’t know how you feel about these things, but we’re Christians, and we don’t believe that death is the end.”
Despite the intensity of the situation, he was kind and calm, steadfast and full of conviction. Watching him taught me more about faith and how to respond in a crisis than I’d ever learned before.
By the time it was my turn to be in his seat, making medical decisions and hearing sad news about either one of my parents, it just seemed natural to share what we believed about God’s sovereignty and timing, as well as the assurance I had that I would see them again.
I wouldn’t have been able to speak like that had I not listened as my dad did it before me.
When God Provides
Speaking of Remembering Our Parents, it’s still very new, so I’m always looking for ways to get the word out about it. This is slow going, and sometimes gets discouraging.
Even so, as I wrote last week, when a door closes, that too is an answer. When we get a no, we can mark that possibility off the list and move on.
More than anything, this girl who likes to plan way ahead is learning that God provides when the need arises. Not necessarily ahead of time, from our perspective, but always on time, from His.
This isn’t always comfortable, but it does teach us to walk by faith.
If your mom or dad is no longer with us, I’d love for you to check out @RememberingOurParents on Instagram. Follow along, and consider sharing a brief memory about your parent this holiday season. You can find all the details, including a user-friendly submission form, right here.
Our stories matter, and that includes our stories about our beloved parents.
One Final Thought
As we move into the holiday season, Pastor Colin Smith of Open the Bible offers some powerful guidance about how to foster contentment in any season of life:
“Make more of your joys than you do of your sorrows. Make more of your gains than you do of your losses,” he writes. “Do this in your thinking, in your speaking, and even in your praying, and you will grow in contentment.”
Happy Thanksgiving, friends! I’ll see you back here in a few weeks.
♥ Lois
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Lois, this touched my heart and is so true. Knowing that we as Christians have eternal life is certainly a blessing. I love what your Dad taught you to say.
I totally agree, Deborah. I wish I could tell my dad how much his words meant to me. Maybe I’ll be able to share it with him when we’re together again in heaven. 🙂
Lois, thank you for this post. We all need reminders that seasons are just that: seasons. They come and go, ebb and flow and move behind us on the path of our lives. But God . . . He is beyond the seasons, walking with us through the hard, rejoicing in the joyful times, and everywhere in between. His timing is always perfect. I hope you and yours had a great Thanksgiving!
“But God …” Amen and amen to that, Jeanne. We have much to catch up on, friend. 🙂
I love your metaphors Lois and boy you sure do have a bumper crop of these apples I’ve never heard of before. This is such a tenderhearted message today sweet friend.
Visiting today from Joanne’s
Aw … thanks, Paula. I’m so surprised that some people don’t know about hedge apples! Maybe they are a Midwestern-only thing? 🙂
I had not heard of hedge apples. Looks like you have plenty! 😀 I liked the article about making more of our joys than our sorrows. I think Spurgeon had a quote along a similar line, something about tending to write our sorrows in stone and our joys in the sand, when it should be the opposite.
I’ve found it true, too, that God gives grace when it’s needed, not ahead of time. That’s a great help to me when I’m nervous/antsy/concerned about something on the horizon.
Wow, Barbara … I thought hedge apples were everywhere! I also appreciate Spurgeon’s point … it’s all about where we place our focus, isn’t it?
Oh Lois, thank you so much for writing this and sharing your experiences with aging parents and end of life here on this earth. I am walking this path with my Mother right now and your thoughts and words have blessed me tonight as I sit by her bedside. Your Dad was full of so much wisdom and I love how he expressed it to the doctors. I’m blessed to have known him.
Aw, Donna … my heart is with you on this journey, my friend.
I do love your metaphors, Lois. 🙂 I’m not on Instagram, so I can’t join in, but I hope the best for you in this “Remembering Our Parents” ministry. I like the quote in your final thought! Love and blessings of peace and safety in the coming weeks!
I’m glad you like my metaphors, Trudy. 🙂 Thanks so much for your support and encouragement. I hope you and Len had a wonderful Thanksgiving!
“I wouldn’t have been able to speak like that had I not listened as my dad did it before me.”
Thank you for this. I fortunately still have both my parents, and I recognize that they are still teaching me. I’ve watched them say goodbye to each of their parents. We talk fairly freely about that day when we will temporarily say goodbye. Thank you for sharing how your dad was teaching and preparing you. I’m learning from your story and thank you for your willingness to share in writing publicly.
Lisa, I’m so glad your parents are still here and that you are able to talk freely about those future good-byes. Those kinds of conversations a great deal of comfort later on, and I wish I’d had more of them with my own mom and dad. So thankful to read that you are learning from my story. 🙂
Dear Lois, reading this brought back the memories of how many opportunities we had to share our faith in God during Mom’s time in the care facility. At first, I had to be purposeful and nudge myself to share. But over time, it became as natural as breathing. Not a sermon, but words here and there of gratitude, hope of heaven, peace in the midst of all the pain, faith in God.
Thanks for prompting me to go back and reflect. I don’t like to spend too much in that awful season but …
Oh Linda … you have expressed it so well, this process of becoming comfortable with sharing the hope that we have. Sending much love to you this holiday season …
Lois, I love the wisdom of your dad and of Pastor Smith. I’m praying for Remember Our Parents and for the Lord to bless your efforts. It may be slow but it is a need ministry. May you and your family have a blessed Thanksgiving!
Thanks so much for your prayers and encouragement, Joanne. I hope you had a wonderful Thanksgiving too. 🙂