The Arrival: A woman
A recent arrival into America, she was going with her host into a grocery store for the first time. They needed to buy a box of cereal. As they drove to the store her mind trailed back to her small village and the local farmer’s market she would frequent with her mother. The local farmer’s market was outdoors, a designated area for farmers to sell their freshly harvested produce. Fruits, vegetables, and bread brought a rainbow of colors and a spring to the step.
She couldn’t contain her smile and even though she was looking out the moving car and seeing rows of cars speeding by, she sworn she could still smell the warm bread and freshly sliced meats, and hear the sounds of movement – the crowd of bodies shuffling through – and the wild, abandoned laughter of children accompanying the adults with the hope of getting candied cakes.
The fruits and vegetables sold depended on the seasons so it was very easy to know ahead of time what would end up in each basket. To a visitor the outdoor market looked chaotic but the locals all knew what they wanted, where to find them, and what was sold. No games, no unknowns.
Her reminiscing stopped when they drove into the parking lot. She read the sign, “Walmart.” Everything looked so big. And inside she froze.
Too Many Options: A box of cereal
Cheerios! Cornflakes! Toast Crunch! Cinnamon Toast Crunch! The names kept on coming. Nervously she glanced around hoping her host would turn around the corner from the bread aisle.
In her active imagination, a trait that her mom had said will get her into trouble, she heard them all begging her to pick them, begging her to take them home, begging to be part of her life. As they waited for a response, she sighed. It would all be so easy if she already knew what she wanted, what tasted good, and what was healthy for her. She knew it would be quite expensive to buy the whole lot, and trying each one of them would lead to health problems.
“Be quiet! When Mary comes she will decide. She already knows what she wants.”
And each cereal box stopped talking. Our recent arrival was relieved when indeed Mary her host came round the corner. She glanced at her list – more from habit – and immediately reached for one of the boxes of cereal. Honey Nut Cheerios. So simple.
A purchase: Relationships
Whatever happens on the shelf happens. Men will call on you to let them into your home, your heart, and your life. That’s what they do. But until a woman know what she wants, what is healthy for her, and what will nourish her, she will always pick the wrong ones off the shelf. Again and again.
Our souls are not meant to take all the pain caused by letting the wrong ones in, or giving all that pain when we can’t love right. We must carry in the basket of our hearts enough self love, expectations, self awareness, and stillness, to be able to walk through the market of life and only say yes to the right thing.
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