leftovers
Staff breakfast this morning. I had leftover biscuits for lunch. Which I don’t mind, I’ve always been partial to biscuits as my waist line can prove.
This set me to thinking. Many people refuse to eat leftovers. I don’t understand unless it was a poor excuse for a meal the first time around. I’ve had a few of those. But I especially like soup that has had time to absorb all the flavors of the soup. And with the advent of the microwave leftovers can be pretty tasty.
But there is something about a newly cooked meal. The aroma of the kitchen. The heat generated by an oven cooking some biscuits or cornbread or maybe if you’re lucky a fresh dessert of some kind. Vegetables cooked to order. Mashed potatoes. Gravy. A good steak or roast. I am getting hungry as I type.
What started me thinking about this is how often do I give God leftovers. You know my quiet time is done after I’ve answered that important email. Or after I’ve made an important phone call. Or after I’ve watched my favorite TV program, football game, read the newspaper, etc. etc. etc. What’s your excuse.
Sometimes I like the leftovers, but usually they are best taken after a sweet time alone with God. I need to learn to give God the first place more often and not make Him take “a cold ‘tater and wait” as my mom used to tell me and my siblings when the preacher came to eat at our house.
