The Honeydew that Tastes like Cucumber

This past Sunday, I wanted a honeydew melon.  I mean, it was hot and I could imagine how the sweet nectar of honeydew would taste.  Did I mention I wanted a honeydew?  So right after church, I went straight to the grocery store.  Not the store with the excellent produce, or the open-air farmer's market nearby.  That would've been too easy.  No, I decided to go for convenience, and went to the grocery store with barely adequate produce and limited selection.  But I was jonesing for a honeydew, so I had to move quickly to satisfy myself--so the convenient grocery was the choice.   Staring at the meager honeydew offerings--a few mis-shaped, off-colored, unscented melons--I picked the lesser of evils, and headed toward the check-out line with the best that I could find in the pile, hoping it would satisfy my taste for honeydew.  

I couldn't get home fast enough.   Wash hands.  Slice into honeydew.  With the first slice, I knew.  There was no scent.  No juice.  The wasn't going to be good.  But I still had hope.  Bravely, I lifted a little slice to my lips and crunch...omg, it's a cucumber.  Worse than I imagined.  It didn't even taste like fruit, let alone a honeydew.  I was so disappointed.  And then it hit me.

I've done this with relationships.  I've met men who didn't even appear to be what I wanted, and still hoped they possessed sweet object of my desire--only to find out they were crunchy and tart.  Cucumbers.  Why is it we sometimes pick someone we know won't work out, but we elevate our longing above our good sense.  My desire for a honeydew was not enough to convince that melon to change its nature.  It was dry, crunchy, tart and would have been perfect if I'd been making a salad.  But I was trying to make it the honeydew of my dreams, and it just wasn't going to happen.  I knew better but didn't do better.  I ignored the signs.

My encounter with that sad, little melon inspired me to share my observations, insights, and encounters with you.  If you read a post that moves you to respond, to debate, or simply to tears, please comment.  Interact with me.   Let's hold each other's hand as we search for Synz of Life.