Watermelon Pickles…
Gone! They are gone now. Just a delicious memory. Beautiful green, yummy watermelon pickles. The memory lingers.
You don’t buy these in the grocery store. You have to know someone who makes them. We do. His name is Bill. He cans, but he uses jars. He cans lots of things. All kinds of pickles. Relish. Vegetables. Apple pie filling. He has a whole closet full of beautiful canned goods.
I don’t know anyone who cans anymore. Just Bill.
His wife, our good friend, just had her sixty first surgery. A blood clot moved one side of her brain over to the other side. The doctors gave little hope for survival. This is not a new situation in this family. How does Bill cope? Prayer. Tears. Christian friends and canning. He canned everything in sight.
How do I cope? What do I do when life becomes difficult? Cheetoes! Complaining?
Perhaps I could look to prayer. Turn life’s frustrations into Watermelon pickles. A much better choice health wise and soul wise.
10/16/01
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