Lemonade!

There was rain in my sunshine when I woke that morning. I thanked the Heavens and called it “thrilling” while thinking of childhood and the joy that comes along when dancing underneath raindrops and playing in puddles of mud. But someone came along and tossed me a lemon. He thought my skin was thin . . . or maybe he was not thinking. I am sure he is the thought less kind. Yet I believe he cannot care so deeply as to think at all. But I must divulge too that though my skin is a bit thin, it is also easy to bruise. Still, it is a canvas – adored, loved and worshiped.

I am no magician but there is magic in hope, in love, in belief. In my belief, I held this lemon high, high within my thoughts; right up there with love and hope who bravely sliced it into three perfect circles. “See here,” they explained: “This isn’t about you at all.” Then love swelled inside of me and hope rained down like sugar to sweeten the bitter and quiet the sting. Oh what a wonderful sweet juice this makes, I thought while laughing and standing underneath the downpour of Heaven’s blessings. How could I ever think of a sour word, a sour thought the same . . . ever again? I realized then that no matter what bitterness was said or thought of me, I had enough love inside to overcome it. There is enough! There is more than enough! For you too!

My cup runneth over! Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days . . . all the days . . . all the days . . .