Chatting
with JoLynn recently, we discussed looking for life lessons from the Lord in
the middle of all our circumstances.
I wondered. Are there life lessons in burnt toast? If there are, I’m a slow
learner---one with an acquired taste for burnt toast.
20+
years ago, son Buddy’s (a freshman in college) suitcase held a sign for our
kitchen. “Dinner will be ready when the smoke alarm goes off!” Molly and Josh became
schooled in waving a dishtowel in front of that blaring smoke alarm.
Various
remedies have been tried through the years, including a brief stint with no
smoke alarm in the kitchen. New toasters. Low settings, only. No toasters. But
toast, even if well scraped toast, is a staple at our house. Now, most recent
acquisition, an above the counter toaster oven, has begun to turn on me.
Life
lessons: palate adaptation, shared jokes---those only family members truly “get”
are important, (I bet my kids are smiling if they are reading this.)
I
think Ecclesiastes 3:4 has my spiritual life lesson. No more weeping over spilt
milk or burnt toast, acceptance and laughter can go hand in hand. No mourning over
insignificant happenings---let them go and just DANCE!
A time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance;
Grandson,
Owen, told his mommy that she smelled delicious. Daddy said, “She does always
smell good, doesn’t she?” Owen said, “Yep, she smells like, “turkey and
pancakes.” Mmm- mmm, I could eat her up.
As
for me, I smell like burnt toast.
Ah-h-h
the smells of home.
