This morning I heard someone compare people to an orange,
saying “you know what’s inside by what comes out when you are squeezed.”
I guess with fruit it should be fairly predictable: squeeze
an orange and orange juice comes out. Squeeze a lemon and you get lemon juice.
With people it’s far more uncertain what you’ll get. Sometimes people surprise
you with what comes out when they get squeezed by life.
Then I got to thinking about myself. I don’t always like what comes
out when I get squeezed. When the pressure is on, my patience can run thin, my temper
can be short and grace/tenderness can all but evaporate. What comes out isn’t always
all that sweet!
These thoughts were quite convicting. If what comes out when
I’m “squeezed” really is an indication of what’s inside (and I believe that’s
pretty accurate, as I would expect it to be for most people), I’ve still got a
lot of work to do!
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