So Ruth stayed close to the servant girls of Boaz to glean until the barley and wheat harvests were finished. And she lived with her mother-in-law.
Somehow wheat has always fascinated me. I think it has to do with the distinct pattern the grass makes as it grows to make grain inside the protective husks. It's the artist and the order part of me that enjoys patterns in just about everything God has made. God has put everything on this earth with such care giving means for beauty, protection and purpose. Seeing wheat growing and then taking a closer look makes me realize how wonderfully made we are, everything is.
Oh, about 20 years ago I took a class on wheat weaving at Callaway Gardens which is very close to where I live. I don't think I have any of the things I came away from that class with as over the years they became fragile and I finally had to throw them away.
For my Tuesday's Treasure this week I wanted to show you a bread plate that has been in my family for I don't know how long. My mother, Ruth, gave it to me and she was not certain which part of our family it came from. I don't use it to serve bread often, but rather placed on a display easel and do treasure it. I hope you will enjoy looking at the wheat server as you bring your own thoughts about wheat into the picture.
There are so many wheat analogies we could talk about but when I look at my bread server today I think about my Gleaners Sunday School class. As Gleaners we have much to live up to.
I'm sandwiched between the Gleaner in green and the Gleaner in yellow.