Monday, July 19th, 2010

we should all be more like pickles.

right now it is 12:43 in the morning, and i am wide awake and thinking about pickles.

i found some in the refrigorator... and they are very very very delicious. as i was eating my salty pickles, i began to ponder. pondering...the meaning of pickles. and where they came from. pickles have dotted our history in a very important way. everyone likes pickles.

queen elizabeth liked pickles! shakespear liked pickles! Amerigo Vestpuchi, the finder of north america, was a pickle farmer before he began his discovering occupation, and christopher columbus of course brought the pickle to america! obviously, something very important has to have come from pickles.

Thomas Jefferson once said of pickles: "On a hot day in virginia, i know nothing more comforting than a fine spiced pickle." and of course, pickle juice is used at BYU and other colleges to fuel the parched and salt lacking football players that we view as stars and great athletes! So where did the pickle begin? according to one document, it began in india. but thats really not very important. As i was thinking and eating, i realized that a very important lesson can be learned from pickles. pickles begin as cucumbers. only the best are chosen out to turn into crisp pickles. then these good pickles are put in stinky vinegar and dill juice, and left in the dark for years and years. In the end, if they endure, they become delicious, crisp, salty, loveable pickles that clearly inspired all of history's greatest thinkers.

we should ALL be more like a pickle. we all ARE pickles! we were chosen to put down on earth at this time, because we are the best spirits. we are the warriors. we are the fresh, warty, superior cucumbers. then we are given trials and adversity and we are left in the dark, stinky world to find ourselfs and come closer to our heavenly father. we are stored in pickle juice. for years and years! sometimes we are left with sour or spikey pickle people that we don't like. but, if we can persist and just keep praying and have eternal perspective, in the end, the pickle jar is opened up and WAHLAH!

you are a pickle. a crisp, delicious pickle. you didn't give in to the stinky juice and turn to mush! you didn't mold! you kept at it and let your experiences shape you and make you stronger! you will be a pickle and a tool in heavenly fathers hand! we can inspire and teach. we really should be more like pickles.

i know from now on, i will be.