I nod and set down the book I’m reading.
“I bought a lot of fruit. Strawberries, blueberries, a
pineapple, and a pomegranate.”
I cringe at the last
word. “I will slice or dice anything you ask me to, but please don’t ask me to
peel a pomegranate. My last attempt involved red spray, a white shirt, and prying little seeds out one by one.”
“You must have cut it wrong,” she says. “Maybe Google it?”
I do a quick search and find simple instructions: Cut off
the top and the bottom, then cut down along the segment lines.
“I didn’t even know pomegranates were segmented,” I say. “I
thought the seeds grew randomly.”
I cut off the ends of the pomegranate, then look down at it.
I can see bright white lines stretching from the center to the rind. They
outline six dark red segments. I cut along the lines, remove a segment, and
hold it up.
Dozens of seeds are pressed together. Each is tiny,
transparent, and filled with liquid. They catch the light and seem to hold it
captive inside. I hold the segment over a bowl, then bend it back.
The seeds separate instantly and fall into the bowl. They
make a muffled noise as they hit the ceramic.
“This is crazy. I was trying way too hard last time.”
“Isn’t it amazing that God designed that fruit to come apart
in such an organized way.”
Her words make me think about my relationship with God. When
I fight God, when I try to impose my own order on my life, things become messy
and difficult. I’m unhappy. My life becomes disorganized.
But when I submit myself to Him, when I place Him in a
position of control, things are much smoother.
He leads me according to His designs. And I can confidently follow the
pattern He sets before me.
The bowl is full of seeds now. The rind is completely empty.
“Glad you didn’t just cut into it?” my mom asks.
"Yes. God's design works much better than my own."
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