Crushed Mint Leaves

I tried recently to make a drink sold in India by the KFC as "black mojito", and let me warn you, it has no rum, its just pepsi in virgin mojito. This experiment went rather a failure as i had no prior experience with mint leaves with the exception of finding them floating on biriyani. The thing i realized after i drank that was it not only tasted sour and had shredded leaves stuck on to my teeth that if i smiled i looked like a cow, i found out that i had upset my stomach s much that i could not eat the lunch after the "cooler".

In the evening i was back at KFC and I watched the Chef de bar slowly crush the lemon rids and rings over ice, and slowly rub the mint leaves with the muddler to slowly bruise it and release those amazing oils. How strange and odd procedure, “bruise with care”.
 Oxymoron: How can a bruise ever be a sign of care? Doesn't God see our future? Couldn't He have stopped me when I went that way? Why weren't angels there when I was bruised? Why was my cry unheard? How long must I bear this shame, pain, fear, hatred in my heart for someone I don't even know the name? Why me?? Even when my heart is crying out why doesn't He see? He is the only one who knew the truth and why is He silent? Why does he hurt me ??

I have asked my self those questions a lot of time, even before I was an atheist, and also even after I became a believer. I have been bruised, many times. I have been hurt, very badly, and God remained silent then, I had lost confidence in him, cause every now and then I forgave his short comings, he still was not successful in keeping me on the safe path. I would agree that it was my mistake to get into relations which were not healthy, but what about the ones that walked right into me in the daylight and abused me for no reason of my own except my existence. How could I ever realized that the best medicine can only by a wounded healer , a doctor who had had his legs and hands broken and recovered so that he could be a better orthopedic doctor if I had remained an atheist? He tried hard to get me back to him, and I had no more option but to realize that my pride, my morality, my ideas, my anger and my passion was nothing more than the flimsy feeling I had only in me, and I sounded pretty stupid to say that my or any other human thoughts were the absolute reason for my existence! I had to admit that I was nothing much and like Hitler would have felt at the end of world war I I , I felt beaten. I , the very word was turned into nothing from all the castles in my head, all the certificates and all the honors I ever had, “I” ceased to exist, I was now being transformed to “He is”.

This reminds me of the song, "yes lord" especially the action version and the bible verse
 “We are hard pressed on every side, but not crushed; perplexed, but not in despair; persecuted, but not abandoned; struck down, but not destroyed (2 Corinthians 4:8-10, NIV) "