That's all I thought as we searched for walnuts amongst the fallen leaves and dead branches covering the ground. There was always another walnut hiding under leaves, caught in the roots of trees, one more in the pile you just meticulously searched through twice. There was always another one falling down the hill, waiting for the person behind you to discover it for the first time. Different shades, different sizes, some still in the outer skin; a surprise find that needed a little extra work. Regardless of how many we found, how many buckets were filled, there was always more. Who knows how many we missed.
There is always a lesson to be learned.
While doing work that doesn't require too much brain power, I try to let my thoughts focus on my conversation with God; to try and figure out what He is teaching me at that precise moment. And what did He tell me? "There's always more." There is never an end to God. Not in His love, grace, power, wisdom or blessings. There is never a part of God that I can't get to. There is always more for me. The depth that I have found after a month and half isn't the end of it. I still get to go deeper with my Father! Whether it be a verse I read a hundred times only to finally realize the Truth behind it, or a friend coming along behind me and discovering another bit of relevancy or wisdom in the same pile of words I just went through. There is always more. More of God our Father behind the layers I peel back, revealing more of the glorious relationship I can have with Him. More of me that He is continually pursuing, peeling back my walls and defenses and insecurities so that I become more of the woman He created me to be. Regardless of how much I think I know, how deep I think my relationship is, how perfect this season is, there is always more of God waiting for me.
