I love peaches.  Add a little cream, top with a sprinkle of sugar and I am approaching nirvana.  So you can understand my anticipation as I walked in the door of my home today after work, famished, and saw a lone peach sitting on the counter.   Truth is, I had seen it lingering there for the last few days, yet had just been so busy, I hadn’t found the opportunity to enjoy it.  But now, in my weakened hypoglycemic state, that baby was mine!  That was, until I cut into it.  It seems that I had waited too long.  My beautiful peach had turned on me.  It was brown and leathery and dry.  

It seems that a lot of my life is like that peach.  I can be aware of something of great value, something to be pursued and enjoyed, but so many other things are calling to me, that I just put it off and put it off until finally, turning to the gift that was waiting for me all along, I find it has withered.

This is especially true in many of the more important areas of my life, especially my relationships; with my wife and my children, my friends and even my God.   I know they are there, and I would love to enjoy the moments that we have, but so many other things … important things … just seem to come up.  I reason that there will be time later, and so I set the peach aside.  It usually doesn’t complain too much, as it continues to look so inviting.  Yet I find that when I am finally famished, and needing its sweetness and nourishment, so often those I most love have been parched by my lack of attention.

So much of the battle is lost on this front, and so today, I want to learn a lesson from my peach.   I so want to grasp the truth that Jesus so gently explained to Martha, that yes, there are many things to do, but there is really only one thing that is needed … and it has something to do with enjoying the peaches.

To the King,

David