noun co·co·nut \ˈkō-kə-(ˌ)nət\
: a large fruit that has a thick shell with white flesh and liquid inside it and that grows on a palm tree
Yesterday I rollerbladed to the market and my mind was cuckoo for coconuts. I returned with every type... shredded, milk, water, a whole coconut. On my way home with my bag of coconut items in tow, I thought about how versatile this awkward looking little fruit is and the benefits it can have to the human body, containing water and good fats. It also can drift at sea for several months until it is planted or picked up.
Like a coconut, I can be a drifter and a bit rugged and tough on the outside. I drift from Gods plan for me of reading His word daily, prayer, a peaceful heart. Instead those dirty dishes, the babies schedule, and the day to day life somehow seem to be more important in the moment of things. I also can be a bit tough...like the brown and hairy outer shell of a coconut. We live in a world where sin seeps out...we are tough on others, tough with our words, and tough on our spouses.
I am so thankful that there is more than just the drifting-toughness of a coconut. God plucks me up and out of the seawater. He works on me and draws near. He fills me up with the sweetest gift the Holy Spirit. Then, despite my stubborn properties he still can crack me open releasing the sweet inside. The kindness of His Spirit reminds me that the dishes can wait, to use words of His love toward others, and live in Him.
Lord, when I drift in survival mode, please pick me up and crack me open getting rid of my sin and filling it with the sweetness of your Spirit.
Check out the little time lapse I made of drawing this coconut!