It’s always the most difficult to taste when I have a cold. Or so I thought. Sipping raspberry leaf tea with this cold. Barely tasting it. But there is some sweetness there. Some earth taste deep inside. It’s difficult to think I lived most of my almost 25 years this way. Looking for the sweetness. Looking for something real.

My taste buds tell my brain the flavor of what I eat and drink. My spirit has told my brain for years my life tasted like nothing. Too dull. Just the same old. An endless gong of crashing and spiking, zooming and flying; all for myself. What useless investment. I saw no result. No percentage return. Nothing.

Psalm 34:8 (MSG)
Open your mouth and taste, open your eyes and see— how good God is. Blessed are you who run to him.

Run. I run fast and hard In the wrong direction. I put on my super mom cape in the morning and swear I will get everything done by night fall. But amidst the sleepy toes, humming fans, and quiet mouths of my babies; the laundry remains piled, the errands I don’t want to face remain listed, and I set down my cape another night and admit defeat…just to be covered by grace.

Taste and see. Taste buds surrendered to illness, and his mercy and grace I can still utter on my tongue. And it is good.


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