What sweeter fruit than this?

Reading in bed, I heard Nem-Nem and Mago in the kitchen arguing over apple slices.  After a while Nem came in and sat on the bed.

Dad, Mago didn’t let me have all the apples.

What happened?

Mago wasn’t sharing, and I wasn’t sharing.

How many apples are there?

Three.

What can you do?

She pauses, then says unhappily:

Share.

How?

I have three apples, and Mago have one.

Nem fills her mouth with an apple slice and starts chewing.  I ask:

But how does that work?

I hold up three fingers.

If there are three apples, and you have three apples,

– I put back down the three fingers

– there aren’t any left for Mago. What can you do next time?

After a long pause, then frowning, Nem says:

Mago have three apples, and I have one.

I hope there would be enough for you both.  But what can you do now?

After another long pause she says:

Hugs.  Kisses.

I have tasted the fruit of a tree which is sweeter above all.

The tree of life my soul hath seen
Laden with fruit and always green
The fruits of nature fruitless be
Compared with Christ the Appletree

This beauty doth all things excel
By faith I know but ne’er can tell
The glory which I now can see
In Jesus Christ the apple tree

For happiness I long have sought
And pleasure dearly have I bought
I missed of all but now I see
‘Tis found in Christ the Appletree

I’m weary’d with my former toil
Here I will sit and rest awhile
Under the shadow I will be
Of Jesus Christ the Appletree

This fruit doth make my soul to thrive
It keeps my dying faith alive
Which makes my soul in haste to be
With Jesus Christ the Appletree