I peeled apples tonight. Some of them were bruised and mushy in spots, but I was able to strip away the bad parts and still use them.
It takes me forever to do this task (one usually assigned by my wife), so I had lots of time to cogitate.
It takes me forever to do this task (one usually assigned by my wife), so I had lots of time to cogitate.
The process got me thinking about a line in Psalms where the author says, "Search me, O God, and know my heart; test me and know my thoughts. See if there is any hurtful way (Hb. derek, path) in me, and lead me in the lasting way (Hb. derek)" -Ps 139.23-24
What a painful process that is! I usually know the harmful "paths" I walk before I even ask. It's the act of peeling away the bad that hurts.
But I am better without it. I am better without the sarcastic comments that cut others down; better without the selfish actions that rob others of joy; better without the thoughts that drag me to places I don't want to be. Peeling makes me better.
2 comments:
peeling indeed makes us better, but man does it hurt. Hate those kind of paradoxes (or is that irony?)
I would say irony :)
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