When Something Sweet Turns Sour
Chocolate…yum. I love everything about it. The mouth-watering flavor, smooth creamy touch and delightful scent is pleasing to my senses. So it shouldn’t come as a surprise that my favorite expresso drink is mocha. In fact, 4:00 mocha time is my favorite little afternoon indulgence.
It was only natural for me to put a venti decaf skinny mocha in the back of my car to drink later while packing recently for a girl trip to Dallas. A few miles into the trip, the wonderful aroma of chocolate suddenly began to permeate my car. I thought, Ahh…I love that smell. After a few minutes I realized that my mocha cup had turned over and the contents were on the floor, but I was rendezvousing with my daughter and granddaughter in Waco and didn’t have time to clean it up. So I left my car without much thought of the pool of fragrant liquid that had soaked into the carpet.
Two days later I got back into my car to head home. As soon as I closed the door my nostrils were filled with a putrid odor. Wondering what the awful smell was I pondered, It smells like something died in here! Suddenly in anguish I remembered…Oh no, the mocha!! Instead of smelling deliciously wonderful, after sitting in the hot Texas summer sun for two days it smelled like death. Something that began as a sweet thing ended up turning sour.
Sin can be like that at times. It starts out as an innocent thought or action that in time, if not dealt with, becomes foul. I experienced this recently when I had the same sick feeling in my stomach that I’d experienced in my car ride home, only this time it wasn’t from spoiled milk. Like the mocha incident, I had been excited about the recent release of my new book Return to Joy. My desire from the beginning has always been for God to be honored by it in whatever way He desires. But when my friends and family kept asking me how the book was selling I became curious. At first, in innocent excitement, I began checking my Amazon ranking and comparing it with others. Within a couple of days, however, I’m embarrassed to admit that I had been wooed into something that made my heart feel sick. My mind had slowly shifted from being concerned about the way the book was impacting lives to being absorbed with its popularity. What started out as something sweet had turned into something sour.
I never wrote Return to Joy to become famous…that’s not who I am. My story is actually not about me…it’s about the Holy One who rescued me and restored everything that Satan had stolen in my life. As I bowed these sinful thoughts before my loving Father, who is a gracious and forgiving God, He drew me close and cleaned up the mess I had made in my mind. He reminded me that I am His beloved daughter which calmed my heart and brought a smile back to my face. The amazing thing is that I truly don’t care how many books are being sold anymore. When people ask me this question I can honestly say, “As many as God desires.”
Even so, I am still pretty sure that heaven will smell like divinely sweet chocolate…and it will never turn sour!