I was drinking a glass of water. Clear, clean water. I paused and quietly voiced, "Thank you God for this clean water that I take for granted! People in places like Haiti are without this simplest of gifts that I rarely rejoice in."
As I was thanking God for this simplest of gifts, it got me thinking about the ending of Summer and how I can steamroll ahead into Autumn, without a glimpse of a grateful heart for the summer. How I can tend to focus too much on the big picture, my agenda, or who I want to become, which causes me to forget to delight in the little details of God's goodness.
Like my youngest clapping her hands for the first time, for oldest staying calm in the midst of struggling to put on her underwear, or the smell of fresh plum jam cooking on the stove top. It's as my oldest says, "Gummies today the Lord has made?" Living in today, because the Lord has made it and delighting in it fully.
So as I breathe in the last of summer, so it only seems fitting to make a batch of plum jam. Thanks to my friend Megan who had an exploding Italian plum tree in their yard.
It's a hybrid not because it comes from a hybrid plum tree, but it's a hybrid of two seasons colliding. This recipe is from the magazine Food & Wine, which can be found here. Note that when it says to squeeze the lemon over the plums, you are then suppose to add the squeezed lemon in with the mixture.