Just one of the many nuts that our big, old trees produce, this one belongs to the hickory outside John's bedroom window — the hickory whose brilliant, yellow leaves will illuminate John's room with the most glorious golden glow in a few months. Our hickory nuts intrigue me. With so many available, I look for ways to use them but have yet to find a feasible idea for a variety of reasons, one being the difficulty of cracking open their hard shells. We, therefore, just enjoy having the hickory nuts around — little miracles, they are.
I praise you, Lord, for nuts reminding us of miracles.
