Skip to main content

What I learned from the seeded grapes

I washed the grapes, dried them and removed each and every beautiful grape from the vines & then into the growing old tupperware. The toddlers were at my ankles crying to eat them. Thankfully it was almost lunch time. They were so happy when I finally sat them in their high chairs, with the animal plates filled with said grapes, goldfish crackers, apples, cheese & raisins (yes I know...) I then took a grape and ate it. SEEDS. What? The Kroger sign said seedless. I then took the grapes from the toddlers which if you have toddlers know how that scene went. Took the cutting board out and got to work. Frustrated, I knew I could learn something here. So I prayed, God what can I learn from this?

We are just like those seeded grapes. I am just like that grape. At times the sins can seem so small, so unimportant. But can be choked in the throat. My sins, I can push the "little" ones aside, because sheesh I'm not cheating on my husband or using heroine. But the truth is sin is sin. We humans like to judge them on some invisible scale of what sins are ok and what sins we should degrade others over. But anything that separates us from God is sin. And just like those little seeds our "little" sins can really cause a problem. 

What has God taught you this week with something as simple as cutting seeds out?

Comments

  1. Dang girl, speaking to my heart! Sin IS sin, and I never want to reach a place of complacency, feeling satisfied with my "level" of sin. Nope, no bueno.

    ReplyDelete

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Girl Behind the Blog

I'm linking up with the lovely Ashley from  Written On Her Heart  and Mackenzie from  Life of a Pint Sized Mama Oh and my Al man decided he wanted to do a video too Thanks for stopping by!!

Girl Behind The Blog

Its link up time Of all the link ups I've been involved with this is my favorite! Melody // Dance Parties In The Rain Rachael // Kincaid Parade Rachel // Finding Joy Come link up with  Ashley  and  Nadine for this month's Girl Behind The Blog

We are not part of his story and he is not part of ours

"Write drunk; edit sober" -Ernest Hemingway I've never actually attempted this, but tonight I am. I've had my wine and if you know me at all it doesn't take much to get my lightheaded & giggly. I'm truly not a Windau (my maiden name) when it comes to my alcohol consumption. I put my catholic roots to shame. I'm ok with that. I'm not a mean drunk, but a purely giggly & say inappropriate thing drunk. Today stung. It stung hard. Last Tuesday we got a call for a little 5 month old baby. Technically we got a call for 4 boys but for reasons that I will not share, we could only say yes to little guy. And then there was waiting. And more waiting because our agency couldn't find a home for 4 of the little guys, they came from a sibling group of 6. All 6. Boys. That would be headed for permanent custody. In my mind all the things lined up. I had prayed for an orphan. I had been learning about how to bond with a baby in the adoption sens...