The Note...

The plate is blue, a deep blue. It dips a bit so that it seems to hug the colors it holds--true reds, golden greens, oranges and yellows. It's out in the open, where little hands can reach for its goods-any piece they choose, like candy in a shop. It was never so sweet to me as it is now--this plate of fruit. It's funny how hard times do that to you--make you realize that the very smallest of things are actually so very big.

And it's a bit sad that sometimes we have to experience something to sympathize. And it's this plate of fruit that came to mind when I read The Note. Words like ridiculous--struggles are far from ridiculous, fears are real but never ridiculous. And the way the word they was used--putting the struggling in a category, as if all struggles come for the same reasons, to the same kind of people.

Oh, that note. It hurts me to think of it. But I shall not allow it to change me in the wrong ways--make me angry and resentful. No! That note shall be my fuel. I will use the feelings that it causes to swell in me to do His work. And I am not angry at the note's author; I am sorry--sorry that there is no sympathy, no compassion. I am sorry that there is judgement and categorizing. I am sorry that the note's author somehow missed the fact that Jesus didn't question whether the woman at the well with so many husbands and a lover deserved the living water; He revealed Himself to her--no judgement, no catergorizing. Jesus healed, cast out demons and fed people without questioning the situations. He Loved people.He Helped people. And for me to do anything less is a life I don't want to live.

And so, just like the deep blue plate in my kitchen that graciously reminds me of God's love for me, I will continue to Love and Help people--and bear the fruit God calls me to bear.


Thank you Lord for the note--a fuel for the fire that burns inside of me to live for You!