An experienced & wise master grew tired of his apprentice complaining. One morning he sent the apprentice for some salt. When the apprentice returned, the master instructed the unhappy young man to put a handful of salt in a glass of water and drink it. "How does it taste?" the master asked. "Bitter," spit the apprentice. The master chuckled and then asked the young man to put a handful of Salt in the lake nearby. The two walked to the nearby lake. After the apprentice swirled his Handful of salt into the water, the old man said, "Now drink from... Read more »
An elderly Chinese woman had two large pots, each hung on the ends of a pole which she carried across her neck. One of the pots had a crack in it while the other pot was perfect and always delivered a full portion of water. At the end of the long walk from the stream to the house, the cracked pot arrived only half full. For a full two years this went on daily, with the woman bringing home only one and a half pots of water. Of course, the perfect pot was proud of its accomplishments. But the poor... Read more »
Life is like having a cup of coffee. You sit by the window, lift the cup, take a sip, only to realize that you forgot to add sugar, too lazy to go for it you somehow struggle to finish the the bitter drink, afterwards you discover undissolved sugar at the bottom. That's how life is, we are sometimes lazy and blinded to value what is around us and instead live in bitterness. Look around, maybe the sweetness of life you are looking is closer than you think.
Be happy when you are blamed and accused wrongly, for then you have the chance to see all the bitter, hostile or self-pitying responses that your sinful soul wants to spew out - as if these puny things could in any way defend you! Watch and see if any of these poisons come out of you when your spirit is pricked by an accusation. Only then can you see yourself as you are, and confess thy sin that is within you and forsake yourself again into the Lord's care.
I'm stuck struggling in the cold water, and all I can do is grieve, grieve, in the hoar necessitous horror of the morning, bitterly I hate myself, bitterly it's too late yet while I feel better I still feel ephemeral and unreal and unable to straighten my thoughts or even really grieve, in fact I feel too stupid to be really bitter, in short I don't know what I'm doing and I'm being told what to do...
...Blessed be the heart who finds its way to the eternal summer. - where grateful happiness is found through understanding that whatever your situation is, it could always be worse, but isn't... and the thought that things could always be better and the bitter unhappiness this creates is discarded!
Never did anybody look so sad. Bitter and black, halfway down, in the darkness, in the shaft which ran from the sunlight to the depths, perhaps a tear formed; a tear fell; the waves swayed this way and that, received it, and were at rest. Never did anybody look so sad.