Between a Rock and a Cherry Pitt

Sometimes you just find yourself up to your elbows in cherry juice.  Literally and figuratively. Maybe it's the 24 cups of cherries I've pitted this week, maybe it just reality.  Sometimes life is the pitts. Sometimes it delicious beyond belief.

Let me say how blessed I am.  Thanks to a wonderful Mother's Day gift I own cherry trees, but they are young and haven't produced yet.  Still by the grace God, and good friends I'm putting cherries in the freezer.  When my trees are producing I'll be sharing them too.

Same friend connected me with a truck load load of landscaping rock.  Now, I love rocks.  Especially free rocks.  The bigger the better.  I know, doesn't take much to please me.  My kids will tell you boulders and rocks are always a good gift.  To bad hauling them out to me isn't so easy.  A bottle of wine or even a small tree is much less labor intensive.

Life is like that and some of the best things are labor intensive.  Moving rocks, pitting cherries, faith and relationships fall under that category.  Everyone's life is full of pitts and sharp edges.  It may look picture perfect, but I believe we all struggle some of the time.  While that is disheartening to know, it is comforting to accept.  We are not alone, we struggle, we persevere.  We do it by keeping the faith, by being open to change.  We do it because one can only hold a boulder for so long.  And letting go is sweet relief.