Bitter or Better?

Bitter or Better?

There once were two girls who walked down a tree-laden path. One day, a couple bullies were hiding in some fruit trees, waiting for the girls to come near.

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The mean kids threw the freshly-picked oranges at the girls’ heads. Sadly, their aim was true, causing the girls to fall backwards at the fruit-flavored impact. Bruised and battered with a few scrapes here and there, Girl #1 bent down to help up Girl #2. They then grabbed the fruity weapons, but alas the bullies had already come and gone.

 Talk about a “hit and run.”

Girl #1 brushed off the fruit and began peeling it. “At least we got something positive out of the dastardly thing that happened to us.”

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Girl #2 did not respond but the scowl on her face was evidence of her anger. She too brushed off her orange, but instead of eating the fruit, she partook of the peel. Bitterness filled her mouth…her whole being. All she could see was the peel, causing the sweet/positive fruit to become discarded.

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Girl #1 was ready to move on due to not holding onto the bitterness; however, Girl #2 began to see the world in the most pessimistic way…just waiting for someone to throw something at her again. Because of her suspiciousness, she drove the possibility of more friendships away. She even turned against Girl #1, taking out her past frustrations on her…

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Girl #2 couldn’t fathom how her friend could be so happy after being so hurt. One day she asked her, “Why do you continuously seem to be happy after each bully threatens to steal your joy away?”

Girl #1 smiled, and responded with, “Remember when you and I were hit with oranges?” seeing her friend nod she continued, “Well, if you recall, I ate of the fruit. It was sweet and reminded me that there will always be a positive found within a negative circumstance. Sometimes you have to look deep for it (like past the peel of the orange) and it will be there.”

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Girl #2 wanted the happiness so much, that she gave up her eating of the bitter peel and dove deeper into what could fill her true hunger in life. She began to partake of the sweetness in life. It took some time, but the bitterness went away as she became full on the fruit’s happiness.

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In conclusion, we all have the choice to be Girl #1 or Girl #2…which part of the fruit will you eat?

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Artichoke Poem

Artichoke Poem

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Image by: Jessica Yee

Artichoke

by: Nicole K.

I once was an artichoke, keeping my petals tight and firm
But then the heat of the day made my green shield waver and squirm
Thankfully the Gardner came to my aid
Watering my roots as I began to fade
Then something happened I did not expect
The Gardner picked me from my bush and I began to fret
My prickly petals were trimmed of their spikes
And I was put into boiling water…losing my strength; my might
I fought as hard as I could but the hot water surrounded me
Causing my petals and heart to become tender as I thought they would never be
I was plucked from the heat, exhausted and weak
Too tired to put up a fight…my future looked very bleak
The Gardner then pulled my petals away
Leaving my heart for all to see on display
Now, I understand what it means to let my petals go
And have a tender heart for everyone to see and everyone to know
It took being refined by heat
And the Garndner’s hands that trimmed me so neat
Yes, there are times when I yearn for my petals to be near
But with my Gardner by my side, I have nothing to fear

Struggles in a Sick World

Struggles in a Sick World

Oh, how I have longed to be free
To go on the adventures in places of where I’ve wanted to be
But oh, how I am trapped in this body, this jail
Weakness has set in my bones making my strength to fail
Have I forgotten how to be content where ever I may be?
Speaking to God and asking Him to hear my ever-wanting pleas
I dream of a different life of where I am strong as a ram
But here I am, instead, being a weak, little lamb
Does not God make His power shine through the weak and not in the strong?
Taking down our barriers of pride, for only in this temple will He happily abide and truly belong
Oh, how You have stripped me clean of all the strength I contained
Truly relying on You through this hardship and this pain
I feel like an artichoke whose petals have been taken away
Revealing a vulnerable heart that no longer can keep an enemy at bay
Though, have I confused an enemy and a friend?
For one takes from you but the other willingly lends
Oh, Lord, how I have been blind
Through this process my thoughts have become confused and intertwined
Though a ram maybe strong and may know what to do
A lamb, contrary, depends completely on You
Has this been Your lesson all along?
Showing my weakness so that in me You are made strong?
Thank You, oh Lord, for the mysteries You reveal
In the quiet moments where only Your words I feel