Fresh fruit for thought

Someone said to me over the winter, "Aren't we lucky to be able to give our kids fresh fruit?"  So many people in this world do not have access to fresh foods in such abundance, and with such choices that we do.  In the middle of winter, I can give my kids fresh berries from lands far, far away from me.  It is a privilege, yes, but also a responsibility.  While I am grateful for choices all year long, I ponder whether I choose the right things to eat.  If I go with the seasons, I eat what I was designed to eat: a variety.  When I choose what I want, I box myself in to a small selection of what I pass by in the produce aisle at the grocery store.  I am grateful for the ability at present to afford whole and nutritious foods for my children.  At the same time I am sad for those in our country living in food deserts, where the only food close-by is a gas station mini-mart, and sad for those around the world in war-torn areas with little or no food, or where hunger is the norm.  I don't have answers to my thoughts, but K_ and I will be volunteering at a breakfast this Sunday serving homeless individuals in downtown Nashville.  Perhaps just a drop in the bucket, but something positive none-the-less.