An exciting time has come in the north woods: blueberry season. Whether it is by the sauna, on the Janzig nature trail, or on a portage, these little morsels can be found everywhere, and often in seemingly endless quantities.
The staff go on hikes around camp, relaxing and picking berries, and bring back yogurt containers full of the blue gems. Visitors at camp do the same, enjoying the free, fresh fruit that does not grow in the cities down south.
One thing that struck me as I filled my bag one day, collecting some berries to bring home to my family, was that there were so many berries. We could all go out and pick for hours, taking large jugs back, and there still would be countless berries. This almost endless supply reminded me of one of the passages I read on trail, from Psalms 139.
Your eyes saw my unformed body;
all the days ordained for me were written in your book
before one of them came to be.
How precious to me are your thoughts, God!
How vast is the sum of them!
Were I to count them,
they would outnumber the grains of sand—
when I awake, I am still with you.
Since I cannot fully comprehend the vast number of grains of sand, I likened this verse to the blueberries. No matter how many picked, there were always more. If these berries seemed endless, how vast the grains of sand must be! And God’s thoughts about his children outnumber the sand, and outnumber the blueberries. This was a humbling fact as I watched new groups each week go and pick in the abundant berry supply. God’s thoughts and plans about me outnumber these berries!
Another interesting fact about these lovely blueberries we have enjoyed is that they would not be possible without the clearing of trees that was made by the Ham Lake Fire in 2007. The burn area has fewer trees, more sun, and more acidic soil, making it a perfect habitat for the blueberry plants. We would not be able to enjoy these little blessings without the destruction of the fire.
Sometimes God works in mysterious ways. Sometimes the tragedies and the hardships are just making a more fertile soil for his countless blessings to spring forth, much like our lovely blueberries. His thoughts, blessings, and mercies keep coming…and coming. They outnumber the blueberries on the island; they outnumber the grains of sand.
Alison Vuolo, Canoe Guide 2015