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Persimmon Pie Patience

Writing is not new to me, it has been my outlet of expression through times of celebrating and consoling. My husband has encouraged me to keep up with this hobby as it helps me to process thoughts, feelings, and emotions. I can say that over the last 25 years of marriage, however, my Scottish and Irish blood has boiled a few times until I have said a bitter mouthful. My husband’s advice to me is, “Before speaking it, you need to write it, read it, read it again, pray about it, and then sleep on it.” Doing this, I must admit, puts me in the right mindset for persimmon pie patience.

My great grandfather loved to farm and plant trees. Even though he passed away when I was two, his legacy lived on through stories and the trees he planted commemorating milestones in our family’s life. I remember my daddy telling me about the memories attached to each of the trees PawPaw had planted on the family property. There was one tree though that I just couldn’t figure out.  I grew up roaming the family property with my brother and cousins. I remember one day playing by the persimmon tree. We saw that It had fruit on it, and my brother and I decided to try it. To our dismay, it was the most bitter taste we had ever put in our mouths. In fact, I thought my mouth would turn inside out before it was over. Realizing that the fruit couldn’t be eaten, we did what any kid would do. We turned the bitter fruit into weapons of warfare. Persimmon fights are messy and hurt! Needless to say, I did not like persimmon trees and wondered why PawPaw would have ever planted that tree.

It wasn’t until I got older that I started asking questions about the tree. I went to talk to MawMaw because she would know. I remember how she laughed when I told her my thoughts about the tree, especially the part where my mouth almost turned inside out from the fruit.  MawMaw said, “There is a right time and a wrong time to pick those persimmons. If you pick them when they’re ripe, you can make a pie. It’s the sweetest pie you’ll ever eat.”  “You can make a pie out of those bitter things!” I said. I was shocked that persimmons actually had a purpose, because I had written them off as bitter and hurtful long ago. Maybe PawPaw did know what he was doing when he planted that tree! What was bitter for a time became something good – something sweet. What I thought was worthless was now full of meaning.

Looking back at my life, I see there were times, because of my impatience, that I have eaten bitter fruit. All the while, God’s purpose was for me to grow in Him, so that I could produce something good – something sweet. I pray that God helps me to have the right mind set that comes from persimmon pie patience. I pray that we will all desire a slice of persimmon pie patience to remind us of these lessons: do not judge too quickly; there is value in the waiting because it produces growth, endurance, and perseverance; God’s timing is always the right time; when life gives you something bitter, God can turn it into something good; don’t make war from misunderstandings; and kindness makes you smile while bitterness makes you frown.