Back to squeezing lemons, chopping ginger and making the
drink with honey to try to banish a nasty cold.
Of course, in these days there is no such thing as ‘just a cold’
until the test has been taken. Negative. Whew. Ten-day quarantine averted
again.
The lemon and ginger would be undrinkable were it not for
the honey. ‘Just a spoonful of sugar…’ Mary Poppins sang. How true that is with
so much in life. There’s nothing wrong with sweetening the pill a bit, is
there?
How sweet the sound of Jesus’ Name in a believer’s ear. We
used to sing that. Just the sound of his name brings light into the darkness,
sweetness into the sour situations: and it is there in every need. I often find
myself just breathing his Name as I listen to horrific news items, or hear of
sad stories of abuse or need, or am in the middle of situations I have no way
of fixing.
Jesus. Name above all names. He sweetens the most bitter of
pills.
Now back to the lemon and honey.
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