The Chocolate Lied
August 22, 2012
Rain clouds slide nearer, and a damp blue creeps across my
lawn and window. The air cools visibly, and tree branches ruffle silently. Unfolded
laundry stacks precariously on the couch behind me, and the house is still as
naps or room-projects claim my children.
lawn and window. The air cools visibly, and tree branches ruffle silently. Unfolded
laundry stacks precariously on the couch behind me, and the house is still as
naps or room-projects claim my children.
Earlier this week, four year old Daniel holds up tiny
chocolate squares, reading them like fortune cookies. Even though I know the
words scripted into melting chocolate say “Hershey,” he is convinced they
predict his future. And the future is always the same. “Daniel can go to my
friend David’s house today!” “Mom, Mom! Yook! It says, ‘Daniel can go to my
friend David’s house!’”
chocolate squares, reading them like fortune cookies. Even though I know the
words scripted into melting chocolate say “Hershey,” he is convinced they
predict his future. And the future is always the same. “Daniel can go to my
friend David’s house today!” “Mom, Mom! Yook! It says, ‘Daniel can go to my
friend David’s house!’”
“Your chocolate is wrong. Sorry, bud. That’s not today. On
Wednesday you can go to your friend David’s house.”
Wednesday you can go to your friend David’s house.”
“No, see?” He hands me the chocolate square, pointing to the
letters. “Daniel can go to his friend David’s house today” looks remarkably like
a location in Pennsylvania, but I smile. “Pretty soon, huh?”
letters. “Daniel can go to his friend David’s house today” looks remarkably like
a location in Pennsylvania, but I smile. “Pretty soon, huh?”
Today, his chocolate fortune is coming true.
His nap winds wonderfully long right now though, and I wipe batter
off kitchen counters after zucchini muffins and chocolate chip cookies. Traffic
hums in the distance, and I ponder what my pleasures promise me, and how often
they are wrong.
off kitchen counters after zucchini muffins and chocolate chip cookies. Traffic
hums in the distance, and I ponder what my pleasures promise me, and how often
they are wrong.
It’s a deep thought for me today, and I save, hit publish, and walk away, still pondering.
Love a safe, pondering heart Girl! Today I'm pondering while living through the end of a season… realizing more and more that what I need is to say "yes" to Him and soak up everything He brings my way! Whether it may be bad habits, cravings, pain, or joy and playing! May God's Spirit rest greatly on you today my friend! ~ Blessings out, Amy 🙂
Oh, worldly pleasures predicted to lead the wrong turn.
How I wish it was simpler like the chocolate square predictions read by Daniel.
Anyway, good to hear that rain is around your little Eden. Blessings to you and the kids and to Pastor.
Your little boy made me smile 🙂 I've never tried reading my chocolate, but it sounds like fun — as long as it doesn't say "Don't eat me!" 🙂
Solid unique word… Do you think Daniel would share his Hershey with me it is my favorite!
Amy,
"Ending a season, and saying yes to him"…. it intrigues me to know more! 🙂
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Lolita,
Thank you, friend! What have you been reading and learning lately?
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Cheryl,
I'm glad my chocolate doesn't speak to me 🙂
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Angelonwheels,
Mmm, doesn't a Hershey bar sound good? Yes, he and I would love to share if you were here. 🙂
What have you been reading and thinking about lately?
Jennifer
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