Every morning I eat an orange. I cut my orange in half and then I cut each half into nine pieces. Today there were 18 pieces of orange on my plate. My husband came into the kitchen and asked if he could have a piece of my orange.
“May I have a piece of your orange?”
“Yeah, sure.”
I always say no. Except for today. I let him have one piece. I didn’t want to share. I hate sharing my food.
I watched him eat the piece of my orange. My words were kind, but in my heart I harbored resentment. Why doesn’t he just get his own orange. We have a fridge full of oranges. Why can’t he just cut his own.
“Hey, this is really good. I want another one.”
Then he went into the fridge, took out an orange, cut it up and ate the whole thing.
My orange is like my faith.
If I don’t share my love for God, no one will know how sweet the friendship is. Will I share my love for God? Will someone see that the Lord is good and desire to know him more because I shared my faith?
Taste and see that the Lord is good;
blessed is the one who takes refuge in him.
Psalm 34:8
My husband liked what he tasted and then he wanted his own.
Do you like to share? Will you share your orange?
