Keeping my seat, I watched Raya as she “worked” the crowd.  True, there was an awkwardness and unrefinement about her.  One could pick up on the private agenda she was working.  She needed help working with the young kids on a garden project she was trying to incorporate into the children’s program.  She flitted around the room darting quickly in and out of conversations, flowing through the room like a fish swimming upstream.  I had to chuckle a little inside as I watched.    
 
Then I noticed something peculiar.  True, she was on a mission, but I saw there was more to her than meeting a so-called ‘greedy little agenda’.  Between short chats to handle business, she made it a point to walk across the room when she noticed someone who was alone.  Sometimes she knew them, other times not.  Either way, each person was approached with the same loving smile and greeted with some short phrase. Just a little something letting them know someone in the room did notice and was glad to see them. 
 
Still sitting alone after Stella’s departure, Raya approached me with a friendly handshake followed by, “How are you today?  I just love the blue colors on your shirt!”
 
After thanking her for the complement, I asked if she had found anyone to help with the kids.  I told her I would love to help if she was still looking. 
 
“Why not?”, I thought to myself.  After all, I do enjoy gardening.  However, it was more than gardening.  After my covert observations, I wanted to know more about Raya.
 
In the weeks that followed, I could be found every Wednesday at the church helping Raya corral the little ones as they worked in the worm bin and planted seeds and young plants in the small garden of containers she had created out back.  I looked forward each week to working with the kids and talking to Raya.  She had an overflowing passion and dedication to teaching others about nutrition and simple ways to grow food in hopes of teaching others how to reduce any food insecurities in their home, or that of a friend.  The kids tried, and liked, the vegetables they grew.  The extra produce was donated to the church food pantry.
 
I began to think about our church programs and mission.  Our church is known in the community for our food pantry and all the people it serves.  When I looked around at those who attend our midweek children’s program, I noticed most of those attending were not from our congregation.  In fact, many were known to be from low income households.  Homes where food insecurities might be a real issue.
 
Stella was wrong.  Her agenda was not greedy in nature.  Raya knew she was loved by the Lord and was obeying His call to love others, even those we may see as unlovable.  Sometimes we quickly judge people as weeds that don’t fit in.  With closer observations, or a little nurturing and pruning, those weeds are recognized as a life of beauty and faith before God.
 
Thanks to Raya, I now know the nutritional and health benefits in the beautiful dandelion weeds.  In fact, many plants we judge as weeds are nutrient-packed foods given to us by God.  They grow during the season when we need the nutrients they offer the most.   So before pulling up and tossing out a weed as worthless, take a moment to understand its beauty and discover its value.  For that “weed” was created by God for a purpose.
[Realistic Fiction]

Taking a few bills out of my pocket, I pay the kind man, motioning for him to keep the change.  Holding the cash in one hand, he smiled and bid me farewell with the other, saying, “Thanks!  Have a blessed day.”
 
There was a quiet place around the corner where I could sit and enjoy my purchase.  It had been years since I had eaten a candy apple.  I tried to take my first bite.  My teeth just slid across the candy surface without breaking through the ruby-red.  It was time to hold firm, the stick with one hand and the bottom of the apple with the other, and just go for it!  Taking a firm bite out of the center, the candy shell broke and delicious apple juice ran down both sides of my mouth.  Aah, the sweetness of the crisp apple mixed with the crunchy cinnamon candy was to die for!  I took another bite. 
 
Sitting in my little happy place, I had to chuckle.  Once again, I found myself eating dessert before the main meal.  Friends and family are always razzing me about this peculiar habit.  I always jest back with the old saying about life being uncertain and one must eat dessert first.  My chuckle turned to a smile as I took another bite with eyes closed so I could totally enjoy the moment. 
 
The words, “Taste and see that the Lord is good…”, filled my thoughts.  “…blessed is the man who takes refuge in him.”  These seventeen words from Psalm 34:8 have always been one of my favorite verses.  Rightly so, as food is one of my favorite things. 
 
My thoughts drifted to times in my life when I had experienced another type hunger.  There would be a strong internal longing or desire for something more.  Sometimes the desire was known, other times not.  My desire was for the peace and love that only comes from the God.  Looking through the pages of my Bible, I would search for His truths just like I walked through the fair searching for something desirable to eat.  Flipping through pages, there it would be in an unexpected passage.  Words that filled me with joy.  The more I tasted His Word, the more I learned of His satisfying truths.  Feeding my intimate relationship with God through reading and prayer fills my heart with the hope and joy that only He can give.
 
So just go for it, eat your dessert first.  Taste and see that the Lord is good.  Let those delicious juices of His love run down your cheeks.  After dessert, you can go for the meat! 
[Realistic Fiction]