A Moment To Breathe: Find Rest In The Messنموونە

We’re All Worth a Second Look

Mark and I wander over to our favorite fruit stand laden with discounted merchandise labeled “seconds”. A wiry woman says, “These are here because they have some kind of trouble.”

I look at her and say with a half grin, “Don’t we all?”

We know she means there might be a bruise from a hard landing on an unrelenting ground. Or there could be a tiny hole where a bug helped itself to dinner.

But that doesn’t deter us, so we choose our imperfect peaches and cart them home with anticipation. I set one on a small plate and split it right down the side with a silver knife. I put the piece in my mouth for an explosion of sweet and tart and summer. I look at the remaining portion and whisper, “Who would have thought that you had that in you?” 

Then I think about how this rings true to life – we all have parts of our hearts or stories that we think don’t measure up. We call them unworthy and “less than” and put them to the side. But I have found that those are the places where glory and beauty are likely to show up and shout, “Surprise!”

I thought “seconds” meant “not best”. Maybe it really means “worth a second look”.