Lemons

I think you've all heard the saying, "If life gives you lemons, make lemonade." Interesting that God makes  lemons and people make lemonade. Frankly as a something to ingest I'm not that fond of either one. A little lemon juice for my Caesar Salad Dressing or to put on fish, but that's about it, so the metaphor leaves something to desire for me.

I have had a lemon like week at least in part. Earlier this week, I heard a friend was perhaps facing some very serious health issues. Others I talked to had serious family issues. My van had the transmission suddenly cease to work at all. Tomorrow is three years since Marsha's death. If the metaphor really seeks to say that you can make something good out of something bad, I don't think I find that exactly.  I have been surprised at the calm I have experienced amidst all those situations. Perhaps it is only aging that helps me realize that this too shall pass has been a reality so often that jumping to anxiety is foolishness. Perhaps it is faith and a deep assurance that God will take care of my needs. I've seen enough things that don't turn out the way I want to convince me that aging alone can't explain my calm peace.

I do see this week along with many others as the evidence that faith matters. Sometimes I see miracles and God's hand clearly involved and changing circumstances against all explanations. Sometimes I see opportunities open up from the middle of difficulties. Whatever to result God is with me and God is in charge. Keep the lemonade, I know a better way to do away with bitterness.