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The Sweetest Apple

Today was big. Without a day as big as this, the simple apple I ate would not be nearly as sweet, but first you need to understand today. I like to think I’ve worked hard in my life. I wrestled in high school, pushing my body beyond what I thought were my limits. I’ve ran with the only goal being to pass out so I didn’t have to run any more. Does that make me a whiny emo dork? Yes, but the point remains that I know hard work, in brief flashes.

Today was different. Today was big. I worked really hard from ten in the morning to after seven at night, with only 20 minutes for lunch in between. This is the first time I’ve really exerted myself for nine hours straight, and I don’t think I’ll forget this experience.

There came a point late in the day when I hit the wall, so to speak. My body was done, and I realized that I had no energy left to burn. That’s when Monica saved my day, and acted as God’s agent, I truly believe, when she brought me apples and peanut butter.

Friend, I had the best food of my life, nourishing my spirits along with my body. I know it sounds hokey, but it’s actually pretty realistic in that the energy released by the snack did alter my mood through altering the chemicals in my brain.

The apples were sweet and moist, just enough to quench my thirst and concentrate all my senses on the pleasure of the moment. The peanut butter stuck in my mouth, giving me the feeling that I was eating more than just an apple, I was eating a whole meal. I’ve had the honor to eat in some of the world’s great places, but I have never had a better experience than this afternoon with apples and peanut butter.

This never would have happened any other day; it took the prolonged work to lead me to the point where I really appreciated God’s gift to me. And, brother, it was good.

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