When life gives you lemons...then what?

When life gives you lemons, make lemonade.

Hmmm...sounds simple enough I guess, but what if there is no water, or sugar, or even a pitcher? Then what? What the heck do you do with all the lemons then?

Some days I would love to throw them at people. That might make me feel better.

Some days I want to hide them all away and pretend they don't exist. Problem is they start to stink and become too hard to hide.

Some days I try to drown out the sour taste with extra coffee and long naps...it's a temporary fix.

Scripture says to bring my lemons and lay them at the foot of the cross. Problem is sometimes I want to keep them, regardless of the fact that I can't do anything with them. I roll them around in my head, trying desperately to make some sense out of all the sourness. I wonder if hauling them around makes me feel better somehow? Not likely. So why do I do it? I have no idea.

The bottom line is that life is full of lemons and apparently I stink at making lemonade.