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Marriage is much like going to the grocery store to select your favorite fruit…What may look 
good on the shelf? May have a different taste once consumed at home? As I walked through 
the isles of freshly picked fruits where they all laid on display, each one looking ever so tasty 
to eat, I study each one of them for their ripeness to eat. 

Some green and the next bunch so much greener than the first, some are purple and some 
a mixture of shade of colors. They overload my pupils with their different textures…they all 
look so good to eat? How many should I sample? They all come from around the States and 
some from foreign places I’ve never even been in my whole life. 

As I sample the first one, it explodes inside my mouth and it burst onto my palate with a 
rush of juices that flow down past my taste buds then into the deep inner sanctum of my 
throat. It’s was so delicious I could hardly just eat one…But just like the people in my Church 
I know that security is watching me, but like a kid in a candy store, I can hardly resist but to 
eat just one. 

My belly now somewhat full, from my sampling frenzy…I make my way to the cash register 
and then head home. Once home I rinse them thoroughly and make my way to the comfort 
of my big chair to enjoy my treat…As I bit into the first one, it  floods my mouth and taste 
buds with a mellow, yet somewhat sour taste. I could not believe to my surprise, the next 
one left an ever more bitter taste inside my mouth…For just like the chore of picking a life’s 
partner? 

What appears to look so good and taste so good in the street may leave you with a bitter 
taste on your mouth, once you take it home, the rest might not taste as good as the first 
piece. Remember that just because you sample pieces of something does not always 
guarantee that the rest of what you took home will be just as sweet as the first one you tried 
in that bunch you sampled. Unlike that bunch of grapes that can throw away? A person is not 
trash-able once taken home to your place. Its bitter taste will now spread its way through 
out your home.
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