The Pickle
I am a pickle that has been transformed.
The process began when I was reborn.
I was lost unable to change my heart.
But God put me in His supernatural brine and gave me a new start.
I am thankful for God's pickling process.
I am His chosen, nothing more, nothing less.
I am content being a pickle because I'm more pliable.
God bending my life to conform to His will is undeniable.
There are cucumbers and pickles in the world here.
The pickles have faith, and the cucumbers have fear.
Cucumbers don't bend as easily, and seem stronger.
But the pickles have been refined and last much longer.
Being a pickle is not always fun or easy
It's not a life of prosperity or anything breezy.
The blessings of being a pickle are of a deeper kind.
It's a life of God's transformation in His brine.
I am a pickle and would have it no other way.
Which one are you have you decided today?
Will you be God's pickle until the age to come?
When we are raised to new life with Jesus the Son.
© 2024 Sandra C. Johnson
This poem was adapted into a song and can be viewed on my YouTube channel here:
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