A Thanksgiving Experience
too much food (groan)...can't handel any more... (gulp)...snacks...(close eyes)...no more...(argh)... dessert... (heavy sigh)...
I wish God would have made me more like a microwave, I mean, with a loud and annoying beep indicating when I was done. I'd be eating along and right before I was accused of being a gormandizer, my buzzer would go off. BEEP, BEEP, BEEP. I'd be done. Everyone, including me would know it. People would be pulling serving dishes out of my reach - kinda like opening the microwave door.
Microwave = BEEP, BEEP, BEEP, [the green letters roll by] "END" and the water for my tea is hot.
Me = BEEP, BEEP, BEEP, goes my imagined indictor and the meal is over. Not too full, but not hungry. Not unbuttoning-my-pants-to-breath miserable, but not needing another mouthful to be satiated. I'd love to go through a holiday feast without coming out on the other end with the dreaded GAHoM (Groan After Holiday Meal). An indicator, that is all I'm asking.
Oh, really? I have one you say? Only it doesn't have the annoying beep?
Why doesn't mine work, then?
It does? What do you mean I keep ignoring it? You think I'd feel better after a Holiday Feast if I would just pay attention when the little light in my head (attached to my stomach) goes off above the sign that says, "FULL?"
well, I'll try it...(sigh)...the next time we have...(gulp)...a holiday meal together...(groan)... another piece of pie?...sure!
posted by Jeff at 9:34 AM
2 Comments:
All who know and love you Scotts are like spectators roaring from the sidelines of your lives. We know the struggle is hard, although we have not a clue what you are really feeling, we see the tremendous strain it is causing you pain, yet we cheer for your success. We, too, have been the recepients of the cheering squads' encouragements. We, too, have been the recepients of the cheers from you when we were struggling. Now it's our turn. Please be carried to higher, more beautiful plateaus of your healing bouyed by the updrafts of those of us who are flying over you and around you to pierce the leading edge of the winds rushing at you from the storm's furry. Allow us to take the lead and break the strong currents down into managable winds while you heal. Be still and know. Be still and be led. Blessings. ms.
"M," you are, and always have been, a blessing. I'll always follow your lead.
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