Yet I suppose I should've expected it. In the month and a half surrounding my missions trip to the Philippines, alcohol of all varieties didn't taste good. Like, at all. This is out of the ordinary, 'cause my siblings always think I'm weird for my love for the taste of alcohol, especially red wine, which they only tend to drink for the sake of getting a buzz. So until I came back to school, all of it tasted awful. But I've started trying a few things again, and it's all delicious. Like, all of it.
All that to say, maybe it's best to avoid drinking when you're in ministry. It's something I already figured, but God has chosen to make my taste buds agree.
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