Confession: I told the Lord the other day that I believe myself to be giving about 70% of my time and emotional energy to my children.
This is harder than it looks on paper.
Another 20% I am spending on my community – that is, the extended family, friends, and professionals who make up my circle.
From the remaining ten, I am giving my husband a measly 6% –
And the final squeaked-in-at-the-last-minute 4%, I am giving to relationship with God.
It’s not a great place to be with relationships, but it’s where I am right now.
Tonight I would like to think of anything but urgent demands and emotional rollercoasters, and so for an interesting little exercise, I have a fanciful question for you.
Do you ever wish for an utterly new and unknown food flavor – perhaps an exotic fruit from Tahiti or a mysterious concoction created in a small French kitchen – a smooth, exciting, completely novel experience? I do. There’s a name I’m giving it tonight – the flavor is called feliz. As in Spanish for happy, but it’s a real flavor. And you can buy feliz ice cream, feliz lollipops, feliz scones. You can make feliz cheesecake or pie or a great big layered dessert.
(Just by way of backstory, one of the worship habits I have borrowed from another tradition is giving up an item in my life for Lent. In theory, I have found no better way to trim the old man down to size, strip my heart of its selfish props, and build the longing for my favorite event of the Christian year: Easter. In practice, it is awfully hard to do foster care without personal snacks, which is the item I chose to give up this year. It is especially hard to do foster care without chocolate snitched in a quiet corner when everything hits the fan. I don’t know what I was thinking. But I am going to finish it all the same.)
(Finish the Lenten commitment, I mean; not the bar of chocolate, which is patiently waiting for me.)
(And also I’m not trying to brag about my self-control or holiness, especially since my abstinence so far has turned me into more sinner than saint. So I’m just admitting that.)
Would you try the feliz flavor if I offered you a scoop cold from the freezer? Or a slice warm from the oven?
What would it taste like? Describe it for me, please – where is it from? what would it be?
This is not a trick question. This is all I got, and it’s just for joy. I will not be telling you tomorrow how we should stop craving anything but more time with God. Mmm.