I like Tabasco sauce. It's a brand name, you know. It's really just a pepper sauce made in Louisiana. There are probably a couple of hundred brand names with a similar taste. But I like Tabasco. I like it on eggs and potatoes for breakfast. I like it on Caribbean beans and rice. I like it on many things that just need a little kick.
I am not out to prove just how hot and spicy I can take it. Tabasco just adds the flavor I like. But there is one thing Tabasco just doesn't go with. Tabasco tastes horrible on a grudge.
That means it's time to let some things go. It means being okay with some things being unresolved, unexplained, incomplete. Answers will come in time or not at all. Healing will come with time. But life will be sweeter as I choose to trust Jesus to steer me as clear of bitterness and regret as only He is able. So, I'll pass on sprinkling Tabasco on a plateful of grudges. I think I'm going to try it on a heaping helping of moving on.
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