Day 106 – Thankful for sweetness

Today I remembered that a half of a grapefruit in my fridge needed to be eaten. It had been sitting in the refrigerator for a while because the other half was so bitter and sour that I kind of dreaded eating it. I haven’t had such a bitter, sour grapefruit in a long time.

I remembered that my mom used to poke holes in grapefruit with a fork and sprinkle sugar over the top. So, I decided I would do that so that the grapefruit, with its nutrients, would not be wasted.

I got out my little pickle fork, sprinkled a teaspoon of sugar over the half grapefruit, and pierced it multiple times, trying to get the sugar to mix in the juice. I let it sit for a few minutes and then ate it.

Interestingly, the bitter and the sweet did not combine. The bitter was still bitter and the sweet was still sweet. The bitter did not become sweet, and the sweet did not become bitter.

But the sweetness of the sugar made it possible and even more pleasant to eat the bitter grapefruit.

Isn’t life like that sometimes? We have bitter experiences in our life, and sweet things also are happening in our life.

The sweet does not become bitter and the bitter does not become sweet. But somehow, if we take time to appreciate the sweetness, it makes the bitter not “taste” so bad.

That reminds me that Jesus also experienced bitterness in His life on earth.

“For the joy set before Him He endured the cross, despising the shame.” Hebrews 12:2b

The foreknowledge of your salvation and mine was sweet as sugar to Him. It did not lessen the agony of the cross, but it gave Him joy and helped Him endure. The bitterness He bore paid for our forgiveness and for the sweetness of knowing Him. He knows that what is best for us is for us to know Him.

Today I’m thankful for sugar and for the sweetness that God sends our way to help us make it through the bitter times.

I’m also thankful that Jesus found sweetness in someday knowing you and me, which helped Him bear the bitterness of His substitutionary death for us.

“But he was pierced for our transgressions, he was crushed for our iniquities; the punishment that brought us peace was on him, and by his wounds we are healed.”Β  Isaiah 53:5 NIV

What about you? Have you lived through a bitter experience in your life? Or are you living through such an experience now? What are some sweet experiences that also happen(ed) that help(ed) you get through? Does it help you to know that Jesus understands what you’re going through? Have you put your confidence in Him to forgive your sins?

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28 thoughts on “Day 106 – Thankful for sweetness

  1. So well written, love the lead-in to your post. But I have lived through many a bitter lesson as well as some very sweet ones. Through it all and in retrospect, I am so grateful, because i learned to trust God when i was quite young and I count the bitter as all joy and growth for I would have it no other way. I know that God is there and that I am strong when I walk with Him.

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    1. Thank you, PenΓ©!
      Yes, retrospect is such a gift! 😊 And if the bitterness leads us to the Lord, it has achieved a very sweet and joy-producing accomplishment!
      Praise God that you have learned to trust God and to rejoice, walking with Him in His strength! πŸ™Œ

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    1. Thank you, Lydia!
      Ya, I’m not sure what causes some grapefruit to be bitter; I wonder if less rain or excess heat affects the taste or if a tree with bitter fruit always bears bitter fruit. Maybe I should look it up! Huh? 😁
      Bitter lessons are hard, but good lessons can be learned from them.
      Have a great week!

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          1. Well, I do that for 3 reasons.
            1. It’s respectful and what I was taught to do.
            2. It’s what we southern folks do.
            3. I have people call me “ma’am” and I’m not old yet… even though I feel like it! πŸ˜‰ ❀

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            1. Sorry, I thought you were trying to be funny about feeling old.
              My mom and her side of the family are southern, so I’ve been down south many times to visit. But I’ve lived in the north for a long time. The church I was raised in, the adults in it did not want us to call them Mr. and Mrs. because it made them feel old. They insisted we call them by their first names. So it would have been disrespectful to continue calling them Mr. and Mrs. if they asked us not to. I got that into my mentality over time, I suppose.

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