Yesterday morning I opened the refrigerator, and suddenly the top shelf on the door collapsed to the floor. The plastic tray that held my pickles and leftover sweetened condensed milk gave way. Both glass jars shattered everywhere, spilling sweet and sour over my feet, the floor, the cabinets, and my soon to rush in 16-year-old Shitzu who lightning-fast found a piece of glass with condensed milk invitingly dripping off the edges. My quick hands removed the jagged and deadly morsel, much to Miss Daisy Mae’s chagrin.
What a mess.
As we move through the twelve days of Christmas, I’m examining my sweet and sour.
Examine the sweet, which may be good competing with the best?
What are the sours? What needs tossing out of my life?
Proverbs 27 verse 25 states, “When hay is removed, new growth appears.”