Left Over Turkey Holds the Meaning of Life?
I had a great Thanksgiving! We traveled down I-80 with about a gazillion other drivers to Iowa to see my parents. We had a good time, but it was better to be back. My family is all about food. Everywhere you go, you have to have food. I think we have like 5 meals a day. My mom always has tons of food, cookies, desserts, pizza, etc... My grandma who is 82 spends days making cream puffs, pies, turkey, and tons more stuff. My aunts make salads, desserts, pork loin, barbecue beef, etc... It goes on and on. Man, when the food comes out it feels like home, everything looks perfect and we eat and we eat. It is good, but the thing is and maybe you experienced it this weekend. After the first meal is done and you clean up you kind of get the oh my goodness I ate so much I am going to explode feeling and the left overs don't look so good. For me, by the time I leave my parents house, food of any kind does not look good, I splurge so much during the time that I am there that I get so stinking full that I think I shock my body into convulsions.
Life is sometimes like that for me. The turkey, the fresh opportunity looks so good so I tear into it without thinking, because after all turkey is made to be eaten right, and if it wasn't good for me, someone would stop me right. I have torn into some great meals and devoured way too much and felt rotten afterwards in life. I have also torn into some major opportunities and felt rotten after that too. The left overs, the consequences, the results of my actions aren't near as attractive as the initial opportunity and sometimes I sit and wander why did I do that -- that was dumb! God calls us out of stupidity, out of jumping into every opportunity we have to take hold of the opportunities that we NEED to take. Just because the turkey is in front of you, doesn't mean it should be eaten.
