Day 18 — Sweet on the Tongue, Sharp at the End | Proverbs 5:1–14

Key Verse: “But in the end she is as bitter as poison, as dangerous as a double-edged sword.” (v.4)

 Big Idea: Temptation markets itself like a treat, but it always sends the bill later—and the cost is higher than you think. 

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 The café smelled like scorched espresso and cinnamon—burnt sugar and comfort at the same time. Rain ticked the windows in uneven taps, like someone drumming a nervous rhythm on glass. I slid into our usual corner booth with a knot already pulling tight in my stomach. I hadn’t done anything wrong. Not exactly. But I’d been thinking about it. About how close I could get without crossing a line. About how no one would know.

Solomon was already there, linen shirt rumpled, silver-streaked hair tied back. He smiled, warm and unhurried, then tapped the table once—his way of saying, Let’s begin.

“Proverbs five, one through fourteen today,” he said, sliding his weathered leather notebook between us. The cover creaked like an old door. “A longer passage. A fatherly one.”

He leaned in. The café noise softened, like someone turned down a dial. Steam hissed. Cups clinked far away.

“This section,” he continued, “Is about listening—really listening. I warn about desire when it’s untethered from wisdom. I describe how temptation speaks smoothly, how it flatters, how it promises relief and excitement. And then I follow the road to its end. Not to scare you. But to tell you the truth.”

He pondered for a moment, then said, “Actually, that’s not entirely true. I really do hope this passage scares you. It is that scare that will break the illusion that giving in to temptation will somehow bring benefit to your life. It never does.”

He opened the notebook. Inside were quick sketches—two paths drawn from the same starting point. One curved gently and disappeared into shade. The other plunged off a cliff.

“Context matters,” he said. “I wrote this to people who thought they were strong. To people who believed they could handle it. Men and women both. Desire doesn’t care about gender. It just looks for access.”

A couple at the counter caught my eye. They were too close, laughing too loudly. The man’s wedding ring flashed when he reached for her sleeve. The woman glanced around, then leaned in anyway. For a moment, it looked harmless. Fun, even. Then the barista called out an order, and they jumped apart like kids caught sneaking candy.

Solomon noticed them too. He always did. Uncanny like that. He didn’t stare. Just nodded once, sadly.

“I describe temptation as honey,” he said, flipping a page. “Smooth speech. Sweet taste. It tells you this won’t cost much. That you deserve it. That this is your story.”

He looked up, eyes steady. ““But then there's the line I don’t want you to forget.”

He tapped the notebook twice and quoted it, slow and exact:

“But in the end she is as bitter as poison, as dangerous as a double-edged sword.”

The world slowed. Rain suspended mid-fall. My phone buzzed on the table and I didn’t reach for it.

“End,” Solomon repeated. “Not the beginning. Not the middle. The end is where truth waits. Temptation never shows you the end.”

I swallowed. “It doesn’t feel dangerous,” I said. “It feels…alive.”

He nodded. “Of course it does. A sword gleams before it cuts. Poison doesn’t announce itself with a skull and bones. It’s mixed into something pleasant.”

He sketched a cup. Then a blade hidden inside it.

“In this passage,” he went on, “I keep saying stay far away. Not because you’re weak—but because you’re human. Distance isn’t fear. It’s wisdom. You don’t argue with a cliff. You step back from it.”

The couple paid and left. Their absence felt loud, like a chair scraping the floor after a tense conversation. I wondered what their end would look like. I wondered about mine.

“What about regret?” I asked. “The kind that follows you.”

Solomon’s voice softened, authority shaped by old mistakes. “I wrote about that too. Loss. Public shame. The moment you realize you traded something solid for something temporary. No one plans that outcome. They drift.”

He closed the notebook gently. The café sounds returned—the grinder, the doorbell, rain finding its way home.

“Listen,” he said, standing. “Here’s how to carry this.”

He raised three fingers.

“First: What you want isn’t evil—but where you go to satisfy it matters.

Second: If you keep flirting with the edge, don’t be surprised when you fall.

Third: Wisdom isn’t about resisting harder; it’s about choosing distance sooner.”

He smiled, a gentle humor in it. “I’ve learned that the long way… The hard way.”

Then he was gone—boots soft on tile, cedar fading into coffee and rain.

I stayed, staring at my phone, then slid it face down. For the first time in a while, the knot in my stomach loosened. Not because the desire vanished—but because I finally saw the end of the road.

What? Temptation always promises sweetness, but its true nature is revealed at the end—bitterness, danger, and loss.

So What? In a world that markets desire as harmless and private, wisdom asks you to consider the long-term cost before the first step.

Now What? Identify one place, habit, or conversation that pulls you too close to the edge—and create real distance from it today.