Thursday, September 30, 2010

The Usual

The safari last weekend was just what the doctor ordered. Blogs from last week were riddled with "purposeless", "floundering", "fear", and "change". I didn't feel like there was much to look forward to. I was drained.

I think God is like that old-fashioned waitress that knows exactly what you need before you even get seated. He knows that you want the booth in the corner where the sun shines in and warms the table, a tall glass of OJ, and flapjacks with blueberry syrup and butter on the side. Sometimes He knows that though you want country fries and quiche, what you really need is a fruit salad and toast. More often than not, you don't even realize you're hungry until He's placed just the right plate in front of you.

I need some love on rye, sunny-side-up joy, a ripe piece of peace, patience with a side of kindness, a tall glass of goodness, some faithfulness hash, and gentleness with a big helping of self-control.

God is like the good ol' fashioned waitress. He's even coordinated on roller skates.

1 comment:

Chloe Lewis said...

I love what you wrote here. Seriously.