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The fruit that I always said was my favorite fruit - Banana.

There had to be a balance of it. Not too little, not too much.

I always loved these guys because they were so resilient.

Fighting so hard to stay yellow and ripe despite their low buising capacity.

It’s almost as if they were trying to prove the world wrong that banana’s don’t go bleh.

But like all things created by the creator, we have our limits and the limit of the banana’s bruised capacity comes to light.

The banana begins to turn brown and mushy with every hit. Slowly but surely, the banana becomes wounded and limping.

Before the banana knows it, it’s incapable of being eaten despite its initial resilent desire to be loved and devoured.

I am like that banana. I fight so hard to prove myself to others. I try to make it seem as if I’m not affected by the world. But before I know, bruises start forming and my heart, my mind, and soul seem beyond repair.

But just when I think I’m too bruised, too hurt, too dirty, too worn, too broken beyond repair, the Father above doesn’t pick me up and throws me away (despite clearly knowing that should be my destiny). Instead, He picks me up, cleanses me of my bruising, heals me of my hurts, brushes aways my dirtiness, revives me from my worn-ness and patches up my  broken-ness.

He leaves me cleaner than ever before. He gives me a new everything (body, mind, soul). A new chance at fulfilling my destiny.  And all of this came at the sacrifice of his own body.

He took on me and all of my brokenness so that I would have a chance at life again. He became that disgusting, grows, inedible bruised banana. At what cost to me? Absolutely nothing. Not even at the offering of my broken self. He picked me up at no urging from myself and gave me what I so desired before even asking of it myself.