Each summer when the cucumber crop comes in I make sweet pickles for my family. Last year’s bounty is down to three jars. I needed cucumbers in a big way. Before my fall at the end of last month I arranged to order the cukes I needed from my local grocer. After the fall making pickles was out of the question. I couldn’t do that and follow my doctor’s instructions, too. I was really thankful I put off ordering the cucumbers until after the weekend. It’s been so hot in southeast Mississippi most gardens are struggling and cucumbers have not been especially plentiful. I was beginning to wonder if I would get to make the beloved pickles my family enjoys throughout the year. I believe in the power of prayer and that my Heavenly Father loves me enough to care about the little things…even pickles. I told Him of my need. Just a couple of days after my prayerful plea, a dear lady at church offered me some pickling cucumbers. She was even going to pick them! Yesterday she called me, and I went to her house and picked up a five gallon bucket of cucumbers perfect for pickling. God answers prayer!
This morning I washed and sliced my precious future pickles and put them in a lime bath. Tomorrow I’ll rinse them and cover them in a spiced, vinegar syrup for another twenty-four hours. On Wednesday morning they will go into prepared canning jars and be processed. Sweet pickles we will have!
My lady friend told me she will pick again on Wednesday or Thursday, and I can have more cucumbers if I want them. If she calls again, I will repeat this process…and I will feel every bit as blessed as I do with this bounty.
Sorrow is better than laughter: for by the sadness of the countenance the heart is made better. Ecclesiastes 7:3