My pole beans weren't producing, at least I thought they weren't. We looked for beans, I saw a few blossoms, and a few baby beans -- a couple of which fell off when we touched them. So we were afraid to touch them. Honestly, I thought they probably weren't getting enough light, or something else was wrong.
Today, I went out to water, and the tops of the beans were totally entwined in the top of the fence, threading their way in and out of the yard. As I tugged a bit, I found beans! Whoot! And more beans. Finally, I had to put them in my pocket, I was finding so many.
But I had to look for them.
Not bad for a first picking. And I'm so grateful, the bush beans are fading fast.
Kind of like life: God promises things, they're not obvious, we have to search for them, and lo, and behold, He produces in abundance.
Our tomatoes are the same way. I picked this basket-full yesterday.
And the bushes, although not very pretty, are full of red or almost red fruit.
Our Father lavishes abundant love on us.