One great thing about living in the mountains is the apple orchards. Fresh Apples. Apples of all kinds. For the last couple of months my daughter and I have had the pleasure of eating many apples. Every week we would go to the apple orchard about a mile from the house. When you go in it’s overwhelming because there’s so many different kinds of apples you just don’t know which one to buy. One good thing they have a worker in there that will help you pick which one you’d like. He’ll go over each one of them and then let you sample them. That’s good because the ones he said were really good didn’t look like much but they were the tastiest apples of all. Everytime we went back it was the same thing we’d look to the guy behind the counter to help us because what we decided we liked last week was already gone. A couple of weeks ago I had tried everything except those real pretty bright red apples. So I said I would get those. Only to find that they may have looked real good on the outside but on the inside they didn’t even compare to others. They just weren’t quality. They looked like it on the outside but they had no flavor. I think the best tasting apples were the apples that didn’t look like much.

People are like apples in a way. They look like one thing on the outside but the inside is totally different. We should never judge someone by the way they dress or where they come from or what they may look like on the outside because on the inside they may have a really good heart. They might have the heart of God.