I have never been much of a breakfast person although I love to cook and prepare it. They say that it is one of the most important meals of the day as it starts your day with a well balanced meal that supplies adequate protein, carbohydrates and fiber. It also fuels you up and prepares you for each day. The older I become the more healthier I want to be. So now I have purposed to try and eat breakfast every morning even if it just consists of fruit, which I love. As I was in the grocery store the other day I decided that I wanted to try something different and I chose the pomegranate. I have never had the actual fruit by itself. I talked with some of my co-worker’s to get their opinions on it and their answers were all the same, that they love it. They for warned me that the seeds are hidden, hatd to get to and it is very time consuming to get them out, but it is worth it. I was so excited that I even went on youtube to watch a video explaining the best way to open it. I wanted to make sure as my first time that I did it correctly. I had talked about it so much that I decided to give it a try and I did just as I was instructed by the video. I was amazed at how many seeds there were in that one fruit alone. There had to be a hundreds of seeds in there and their colors are so bright. My co-worker’s were right it wasn’t easy to get to them and they were hidden and protected by what is called the membrane. You had to be very careful when pulling them out and apart so that you didn’t bust the juice out of the seeds. Around the seed was this gel like substance which held the juice inside that surrounded the seed and it was protected by another coat that you had to bust it open in order to get to the inside. Some of them were embedded very deep, but once I tasted them it was worth the trouble of going to find them. As I was continuing with this process the scripture that came to mind was Proverbs 18: 22 “He who finds a wife finds a good thing and obtains favor from the Lord” When you think about the word “FIND” it means a discovery of something valuable or succeed in obtaining. In order for something to be found it has to first be lost. If we are not lost, how do we expect him “BOAZ” to find us. Forcing yourself to be noticed will not only cause more hurt, more damage, but for you to be overlooked. Our goal as women is not to search nor claiming every man that comes a long our path to be the one. If we hold no value in ourselves and aren’t preparing ourselves to be “RUTH” how do we expect them to. We attract what we are. Have you hidden yourself enough to be found? Good things don’t come easy they are very hard to get, but worth it once found.
Your looking for someone to respect you, yet you don’t even respect yourself. Giving yourself out like your some cheap piece of clothing you find on a clearance rack that can be put back if they don’t want it. He doesn’t value who you are because you don’t even value your own self-worth. As you continue to put yourself on a lay away plan and give yourself to the next man who can buy you instead of treating yourself as someone who has to be earned and not bought. You keep crying out to God where is my Boaz, yet you haven’t even prepared yourself to be his Ruth. Do you even know who Ruth is? You learn all the tricks and the trades, you put yourself on a hook like your bait and though you maybe able to hook the fish, but at the end of the day the bait you offered was good to taste, but not enough to make him stay. Your looking for love in all the wrong places trying to fill avoid, but you go unfilled because you keep filling that void with the wrong thing. Do you even know who you are, do you know who you belong to, do you really even know what love is? Come a little closer can you lend me your ear. There is someone who is just the perfect match for you and this love he will give to you no one else can compare my dear. See I use to be that girl who was lost and didn’t know my worth. My daddy never validated who I was as a little girl so as I became older I was on a search. Thought I had to have a man to tell me who I am and that with his touch it would make me have some self-worth, but instead it made me feel much worse. It wasn’t until I came across the great I am, you know that man they call Jesus who showed me who I really am. It wasn’t until I got lost in him that I found who I was. It wasn’t until I got lost in his love that I truly then knew how to love and how to be loved. I found out just how special I really am. That I am worth it, I am worth the wait. I use to be that girl who was lost, but now I’m found. It took me sometime, but I finally know who I am and to whom I belong.