I love a great fruit salad, all the colors bright and inviting. Tastes of all in one bite. Strawberries, blueberries, oranges cut so the juice coats everything, apples for crunch, grapes sliced up for ease of eating, bananas added at the end. Kiwi and raspberries if I have them, extra color and juice. Yet I rarely make fruit salad. I eat each one individually, enjoying what it has to offer and knowing that by combining all I would have the richness I desire. Unwilling to put in the effort to create this medley of flavors for myself, I await a potluck, a picnic, a gathering, to bring this colorful bowl of joy.
I told my friend Janet last night that I needed to have a hard talk with someone. Her response: “May it be a fruitful discussion.” There is sound wisdom is this. To have hard talks is much like making a fruit salad. Much work in the sharing, listening, exploring, repeat. The juice, tears, may be the sweetness that holds it all together. Fruit salad or a hard talk with only one flavor or side just doesn’t work. It is in the blending, adding, stirring, that the real magic happens.
So I made a fruit salad last night and it was delicious. For my soul. And my relationship. Maybe one day soon I will make one that delights my tastes as much. Today I will be satisfied with an apple and know that I carry the glorious colors of that bowl full of salad in my heart.
22 But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, forbearance, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, 23 gentleness and self-control. Against such things there is no law. Galatians 5:22-23 (NIV)