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Sweet memories of childhood revive to capture my thoughts for a while. I remember those summer days, in grandma’s backyard. There were aromas of a wood fire, frying chicken, and flowers, in the air. I was standing at the grapevine, picking off ripe, purple balls filled with juice. My sister was next to me, showing off her skill at retrieving nectar from a honeysuckle flower. She delicately pulled on the base end of the flower and a little white filament came out. As she slowly pulled, she smiled at me and told me that this is the sweetest taste in the world. She stopped pulling, and there appeared a drop of clear liquid, clinging to the filament.
“Taste this!” My sister was grinning now. My five-year old tongue experienced a taste pleasure that marked my memory forever. We spent a long time, there at the grapevine, gorging ourselves on grapes and that wonderful honeysuckle nectar.
When I read God’s word, I compare it to that nectar. It is so pure, and gives me so much spiritual pleasure. Those scriptures are sweet to the taste when I am in hunger for comfort. Nothing compares to the satisfaction I receive. I have always imagined that the manna from heaven must have had the same taste as that honeysuckle nectar. Who knows?
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