Picking strawberries was the last thing I felt like doing after a busy week as a counselor at teen camp.  But they glistened in the sun and let me know that the birds and bunnies would gladly take my place if I didn’t.  I groaned at the thought of how many there were and how long it would take.  A gentle prodding from our Lord reminded me that it was, after all, my idea to plant them and my enjoyment to eat them.