Fig trees grow in yards all over Georgia. Their soft seedy fruits sweeten my childhood memories.
Recently I passed a fig tree and was delighted to find it loaded with figs!
Anticipation turned to disappointment. All of the figs were hard and green, too young to eat.
I knew there were ripe figs coming but I had to travel on, so I blessed them for the fruit that would delight someone else.
Then I left.
Within the hour I met a friend who handed me a bag of ripe figs freshly picked from his tree.
The key to miracles is knowing them when you see them.