Lemonade

A lemonade stand on a quiet street, a young girl at a card table. I pulled to the curb, “I’ll have a glass.” With great deliberation, she took a styrofoam cup from the stack and carefully poured lemonade from the plastic decanter. She peered into the cup. With a practiced movement, her finger went into the lemonade and brought up an errant speck of dirt or tree bark. She showed it to me on her finger tip, her finger wet with lemonade. Her smile faded, we looked at one another and said nothing. Then she brightened. “Wouldn’t you really prefer a new cup?” I took the new cup of lemonade, I thanked her, paid my tab and drove away. That lemonade rode along in the cup holder for the rest of my journey, too sweet to drink.

Go in peace to love and serve The Lord!

Josh