The Juice Detectives
I must confess, I am a mom that waters down juice.
In our home on the mission field, apple juice is a treat to be savored, sipped and enjoyed, every last drop. We found a huge jug of the sweet stuff at a great price. It's been in our fridge for a while now ...
Even though my boys will squeal for a cup for breakfast, the jar remains mysteriously full. Yesterday, I got caught, my secret exposed. My four year old spied mommy watering down the juice.
A smile spread across my face and then my heart. In the daily delights, I am beginning to see my Abba Daddy's fingerprints, just like the apple juice. I asked Him about the juice in my life.
What type of fruit do I produce, and when it's squeezed and tested, what type of juice does my life ooze?
When my little ones tasted their first cup, the purity delighted their senses. As I diluted the juice, their taste became accustomed to the watered down version.
I only want 100% juice to quench my spiritual thirst. no watered down diluted gospel will satisfy. What is my spirit drinking?
Has God's truth been watered down by the world, by comfort, by ease in my life? Only the pure sweet goodness that comes from the tree of life will satiate my spirit.
Recently, someone asked me a question, a question I am rolling over and drinking deep. Is the gospel that I live, the same gospel that got Jesus crucified? Or in my words, is it watered down?
Fill my cup today Lord, with the real stuff and teach me to stop watering it down.