Sitting at my neighbor's table
Looking around the room
Everything is in its place
Polished and clean
The telephone takes her attention
So glancing around the room
My eyes linger upon a bowl of apples
The apples are red and inviting
Envisioning a bite so juicy and crisp
I can not be contained
Grabbing the shiniest apple
And taking a giant bite
Laughter overwhelms me as
Shattered expectations taste like wax
Brenda Salladay
We have all known people like this. They just seem perfect. They are dressed with not a thread out of place and if you go to their house every door is open. If you look in those rooms you only see perfection. Beds are made and there are no clothes on the floor. There may even be a bowl of apples shiny and polished inviting you to take a bite.
I am not one of those people. I always have threads hanging or hair sticking up. Most of the doors will be closed if you come to my house. If you open the doors you will not see perfection but you might taste wax. If I have apples they may be laying on the counter in the sack they were bought in.
There was a couple once that had it all. They had perfection. They had food. All their needs were met. They walked with God in paradise. Even with all of this they could not be perfect. As Adam and Eve left the garden I wonder what the lingering taste of apple tasted like?
None are perfect even if appearances look that way. There is only one that has ever lived a perfect life. His Name is JESUS. He is our way whether we look perfect or whether we are messy. He came to earth because he loves us. He is the one that will take away the taste of wax.
Ephesians 5:2
New International Version (NIV)
2 and walk in the way of love, just as Christ loved us and gave himself up for us as a fragrant offering and sacrifice to God.
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