Revelation 10:9-11: In life, there are good deals and there are bad deals. There are also bad deals that you can see up-front, and then there are the bad deals that look great, at first, but you quickly regret.
Take for example the biological father of my children, my ex-husband. When we first meet, he nursed me through a miscarriage. He was as sweet as could be. So sweet in fact that when he started discouraging my friends from being around, I did not notice. First it was the one whom I was helping to understand his German wife. Then there was the friend that was my boss and was teaching me about guys; something of which, I knew very little. When our first son was born; he was marvelous, except for that incident at the mall. I had just moved to sweatpants (from a size 3), and this size 3 walked by and he turned his head and whistled. Yeah, I know those things should have warned me. But he was treating me like a princess, well like the princess in the tower, but none the less a princess. Then when I was pregnant 14 months after having the first, that is when everything started to crumble. But back then a pregnant woman, with a toddler, well I could have sold roses on the roadside that was about it or delivered newspapers, which is what I did. Trust me neither job pays the bills. After I was strong, 2 C-sections, and two babies, and gestational diabetes; makes one weak. I got a job, not an excellent job, but we lived in a town of 12,000. There are not were not many IT jobs in small towns 20 some years ago. I was a waitress and I worked at a fast-food place. Then I became a manager at a fast-food place, excellent job for a transplant, now pending divorce from one of the town’s blessed sons. My ex-husband’s family was one of the town’s builders. Which meant I was as popular as a wet blanket. Now divorced I took a job at the factory, best money in town. The marriage to a man I thought was prince charming, turned out to taste sweet in the mouth but turned sour in the belly.
Here is the thing, If I had been close with God when I met him, I would have heard the warnings, the sirens going off. If I had been raised with men around, I might have seen the warning signs. (not my mother’s fault, she had to raise us by herself.) However, not ever being around men, I had no idea how men were supposed to behave. Being raised in the church, with the ideology that everyone is honest and good, I was naïve, until I meet my husband of 20 some years, but that is a different story. I have learned the hard way about something tasting sweet in the mouth and bitter in the stomach. If I had been more diligent in my studies of the Bible, If I had listened to all the wisdom of God, that I had been taught in Sunday School; I would have known. That is one of our downfalls, we think just because we are smart, we are wise. The only true wisdom comes from God.
9 So I went to the angel and asked him to give me the little scroll. He said to me, “Take it and eat it. It will turn your stomach sour, but ‘in your mouth it will be as sweet as honey.’” 10 I took the little scroll from the angel’s hand and ate it. It tasted as sweet as honey in my mouth, but when I had eaten it, my stomach turned sour. 11 Then I was told, “You must prophesy again about many peoples, nations, languages and kings.”